RIVIEL
Angel
rit zein
Posts: 29
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Seasalt
Last seen May 2, 2024 22:41:10 GMT
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Post by RIVIEL on Jan 9, 2023 3:35:15 GMT
Tag: @open Words: ### Notes The angel was bored so very bored. He wanted to do something. There wasn't much interesting on earth that he thought. The trip to Heaven was kind of nice, he managed to sneak out with a blade to protect himself since there were a lot of dangers here and even though many didn't know how to kill off an angel, he still didn't want to rusk it. Walking along the thick bush he came to the location, the cemetery. It was a strange think a angel coming to the graveyard but Riviel really didn't care
what was my purpose really? Why did my father create me? Healer of mercy is what my name means in enchion but the other angels don't see it. Why are they so scared of me? he kept repeating in his mind over and over again to get some answers which will never be answered
Suddenly he heard some twigs being snapped and getting ready to defend himself, the angel welded his blade closely to his hand and ready to strike if whatever was out there was planning on hurting him
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CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 315
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 2, 2024 20:34:23 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Nov 30, 2023 23:28:43 GMT
This was why she shouldn’t leave herself with any sort of gap in her day. Clea got out of her car just a couple of hundred yards away from the cemetery and scanned the flattened patch of grass that passed for a lot like she was gonna find someone else here in the middle of the day. Most people were at work, like she had been that morning, everybody else had wisely decided to avoid the creepy place.
Rolling her eyes at her own cowardice, Clea started towards the stones. The dead had never scared her. As a kid she’d attended dozens of funerals the world over with her parents. Her mom had always told her that the dead wouldn’t hurt you, it was living you had to worry about. At the age of 8 it was half believable, but when you lived in a town like Mystic Falls and dreamt about things with claws and fangs that loved the idea of using them on delicate human flesh, you started to call bullshit on that idea.
At least there hadn’t been any vampires in the dream she’d had the last four nights in a row. No jump scares either, a welcome reprieve from the dreams that were all about scaring the crap out of her, if you asked her. This had been more like one of those 50s B-movies – fog rolling in, something creeping around in it. Hey, maybe it was the Creature from the Black Lagoon, it would definitely make a change.
Not knowing if what she’d seen was from today, or a week from now, Clea had decided to take a chance and had hopped in the car when she’d walked out of the Grill. If she was lucky it would be a quick sneak and peek – just to make sure - and then she’d head home. If she was really lucky Damien would pick up when she called him after and she could talk him into spending a possible gap in his day with her. Now that was a win-win.
What she hadn’t anticipated was the guy in the trench coat bursting into view from behind some of the bushes with a blade in his hand. Clea scuttled back from him, her hands coming up in front of her. Oh yeah, she was definitely warding him off, but if that thing swung in her direction she’d be doing it with her power. It’d be the first time she’d tried it on an actual human being, but she imagined he’d fly the same way a vampire had. ”You wanna put that thing away?” she panted. ”I can definitely do without being stabbed, intentionally or otherwise. I’m not threat, alright?” Maybe that was a bit of a lie – she wasn’t much of a threat – but she was pretty powerless compared to some others in this town.
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RIVIEL
Angel
rit zein
Posts: 29
Played by:
Seasalt
Last seen May 2, 2024 22:41:10 GMT
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Post by RIVIEL on Dec 7, 2023 23:02:30 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
Riviel didn't have much trust issues for his own kind, let alone another type. He was beginning to hate being here on earth, he never understood what drove his brother Gabriel to live co-existed with them so long. It was irritating. His head was always hurting from the pain which the humans were creating was driving him nuts. Meeting Castiel was very interesting though, since he was treating the humans like his family. There was the nephilim which was an abomination and should have been eliminated ages ago. What has changed? Why didn't the leader say this was ok? Who was in charge of heaven now? Did he really care? Not really he was just very curious.
As the noise was getting much closer to his presence he quickly did the attack before it came to him. He was in the defence stance as this stranger started to talk to him. Still the angel didn't move and remained like a statue, not showing any movement at all. How do I know that you do a quick swipe at me, as I put my weapon away? I am not stupid you know Riviel was a bit more hostile but it was his personality what are you? You aren't one of my siblings. Are you a demon? It be a bad move if you are Riviel kept his weapon up, he narrowed his eyes he heard her last words I am not a threat maybe he should just listen for now
Riviel started to lower the angel blade and slipped it back up his sleeve as he gave her the chance to earn his trust and possible respect as well. Who knows you might even be a friend, if he trusts her enough and allows her to know him. you better not make me regret this he stated as he just sat on a random stump so why are you here? You know it is dangerous out here right? Especially for ladies who are all alone he spoke bluntly and simply waited to see what she said, as he was trying to work out who she was. Then again she might just be a plain human like thr others he have already met briefly
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CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 315
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 2, 2024 20:34:23 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Dec 24, 2023 19:31:33 GMT
He wasn’t the first armed person she’d faced down, he wasn’t even the hundredth. Clea supposed her unusual childhood should’ve prepared her for this sort of thing – warzones had been home for more than a decade after all. You learned early on how to speak to people who could quite possibly kill you. You learned not to get into attack range, or to trigger whatever they had going on that was driving them to threaten you. Voice low, movements slow and out in the open, there was a technique to it that she hadn’t forgotten, even after years of being settled here.
The man hadn’t made a move towards her, but he still held that sword up. There was probably a couple of yards between them now, maybe even enough if he was a vampire and could do that blurring thing towards her. In comparison to her dreams, she wasn’t that practiced with her telekinesis, but under pressure she’d proven herself pretty damn good at throwing the bad guys the hell away from her.
A laugh rolled out from her as he turned things around like she was really the threat here. Clea held her hands higher, shaking her head at the guy, as though she could prove her innocence to him by appearances alone. ”Honestly? Do I look like some sort of movie ninja to you? You’re twice my size and armed, if anybody’s a threat here, it’s definitely not me.” And that was why she should’ve been backing out of here, getting in her car and driving back into town at full speed. Damian would’ve been questioning her sanity right now – for good reason too. How the hell did she keep getting herself in these scrapes?
Siblings? What the … she stopped before she even thought the word hell, because he got there first. Demon! Clea started to shake her head vehemently, although her mind had leapt straight back to Damian at the word. Was this because she’d found out what he was? ”Not a demon, I don’t think I’m whatever you are either.” Her eyes narrowed at him like she could figure out what that was. She didn’t want to get any closer to try and work it out, between the dreams she’d been having about this place and the blade, it was definitely the worst possible idea.
Her eyes dropped as he started to lower the blade, watching it rather than him. Clea let out a long breath when it finally disappeared. Her hands lowered too, although she made sure to keep both of them in his sight. ”Trust me. I’m not planning on doing that,” she assured him. He was backing up, sitting on a tree stump, thankfully giving her a little more room. ”I’d have said you wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but give what you said, I don’t think it’s gonna come as a surprise.”
There was a threat again, spoken so plainly again that it put a shiver down her spine. Clea frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. ”I’m not as weak as I look – no threat though, still promise that. I’ve had dreams about this place and, well, my dreams usually end up coming true. Have you seen anything … weird … out here?” You know, other than some guy she didn’t know threatening her with crazy looking blade, talking about demons as though everybody knew they were real.
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RIVIEL
Angel
rit zein
Posts: 29
Played by:
Seasalt
Last seen May 2, 2024 22:41:10 GMT
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Post by RIVIEL on Dec 27, 2023 4:03:01 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
You're certainly not one of my siblings. They wouldn't have stood and talked, they would have attacked back with the same weapon as myself. Since you have never seen one before, scratch the list on that. But demons are great at lying so I am not going to completely take your word on it the angel still wasn't sure why this woman was doing here. His angelic powers showed that she didn't have demon in her so he was definitely more relax
Riviel was very curious why she didn't want to share what she was. He didn't think she was the type to be able to see his true form. So he will not risk it you will be very surprised. I am not what you think I am he explained to her, even saying it in a very creepy way. The angel can be scary without a weapon in hand, and his vocals can make anyone uncomfortable come on now, you have shared with me. You can't say stuff like that and not share he chuckled as Riviel made his eyes glowed for a few seconds to see how she react
Why would anyone dream of a place like this? It made no damn sense maybe this chick was a crazy person and the angel should leave her alone, so someone or thing could pick her off. He was going to announce he was leaving until she came out with some words Have you seen anything … weird … out her Riviel didn't know why he was here. Maybe he was drawn here? Maybe it was too quiet and peaceful? He just didn't know it the woods… there are going to be mysterious beings here… but no I haven't seen anything weird, except for you of course… not sure why someone would dream of woods, but good luck with that he was being the usual sarcastic which his kind was known to do, and many humans hated them for it
if I knew earth would have nutjobs here, I wouldn't have bothered leaving my home and just watch the war boiling there inside he said as he turned around to lean on against the tree trunk. Since he was safe from his siblings' judgement, he pulled out a cigarette and started to smoke it, since his vessel was a smoker and he never judged him for it. He just smoked away as he waited to see what the crazy human would do next
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CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 315
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 2, 2024 20:34:23 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Jan 7, 2024 17:18:47 GMT
”Definitely not one of those,” Clea confirmed with a nod. They might’ve recognised one another if she was and honestly, that didn’t sound like any sort of family she wanted a part of. She stood there, staring at the guy with narrowed eyes, trying to decide if he was just a human sort of cracked or something far more than what he seemed. The blade had seemed to suggest the opposite, but being supernatural didn’t mean you couldn’t be crazy with it.
The word demons tightened her throat. There was still a tiny chance he was like schizophrenic or something, just describing the bad things he thought were out there in the world, but the more he spoke, the more certain she was that he knew just as much as she did about just who was in this town. Damien was the only demon she’d met, and he’d tried to tell her that how he was with her wasn’t how demons were supposed to behave but she couldn’t associate what she’d read about the evil of demons in mythology for years with a man who’d saved her from his sister multiple times.
Clea huffed out a breath as he told her that what he was wasn’t what she’d think, the sound turning into a chuckle that had her hitching her hands just in case he took that badly. ”I’d say the same. I’m definitely not what you think I am, but like you said, you’re not gonna take my word for that.” Maybe if her psychic powers had never developed she wouldn’t have believed a word of this. Spending your whole life losing yourself in the folklore and mythology of the world didn’t mean that you expected most of the fantastical things you were reading to be true.
”Oh I can,” Clea said lightly, sucking in a breath as he decided to push things and let his eyes light up. She’d seen shifters’ eyes change and other things too, but never like that. She threw her hand up until they vanished again. ”That’s not gonna help force it out of me,” she muttered, frowning as she finally lowered her hand. The weirder he grew, the less likely it was she was gonna sit here and exchange life stories with the guy. Shed been through enough to have some sense of self-preservation.
In the end she spelt some of it out, although not enough to really give anything much away to him. She’d been handling these situations her dreams threw her into for long enough to have a decent sense of self-preservation. That had her holding her ground now, her arms folding over her chest, the warning that she wasn’t as fragile as she looked spilling out before she mentioned the dreams. Considering he’d been the creep to start with, standing out here, threatening visitors to the cemetery with that blade in his hand, it was rich that he was calling her the weird thing now. ”Some of us have a vivid imagination,” Clea said dryly, casting another glance around. If there was nothing else out here, then maybe he’d been the threat she’d been dream of, which meant she shouldn’t be here now.
With her scowl deepening, she scoffed as he started talking about earth having nutjobs here. Yeah, this guy was definitely the one who was tapped, it didn’t matter what he was, even the supernatural could be weird. ”What war, what the hell are you talking about? You act like you’re not from here. It’s a bit hypocritical you calling anybody else a nutjob.” He took a step back as the guy started smoking, her nose wrinkling at it. Poking at the weird ass bear was probably a bad move, but she wasn’t about to stand there and get insulted.
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RIVIEL
Angel
rit zein
Posts: 29
Played by:
Seasalt
Last seen May 2, 2024 22:41:10 GMT
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Post by RIVIEL on Jan 23, 2024 1:24:38 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
The angel had trust issues. After what he was put through you wouldn't blame him. He was treated badly back home and he didn't care if the war was still going, his siblings could kill each other and find another healer to repair them if needed. He wasn't going to help. But he was still very curious though from castiel submission there was another leader of heaven. How many does one place need it made no damn sense
He took another drag from the cigarette as he was thinking and choosing his words carefully. But this chick was already confused, she wouldn't believe anything he would say well let me see. You know the Bible right? All about the whole war with casting Lucifer from hell right? Well that's the war I was talking about he watched her expression carefully you see my siblings fight all the time and this war breaks out again. It seemed they had broken into another fight all over again Riviel didn't care what she thought or even believe him. Riviel wanted her to believe he was crazy, so he can keep himself safe from the other angels, as so far only castiel knew about him being here, and he was sure he was busy with other means right now
let me show you what I am in the flesh with that he brought in a storm to flash as he showed what he was, and in the shadow's his wings were visible, even though it was just for mear a second can you see what I mean I am not what you think? taking a final drag of the cigarette and flicked it onto the floor not caring about a single thing as he waited to see what she say to the reveal
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CLEA GIVENS
Psychic
Posts: 315
Age:
30
Occupation:
Bartender at the Grill
Status:
Interested In
Partner:
Damian
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 2, 2024 20:34:23 GMT
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Post by CLEA GIVENS on Mar 2, 2024 20:31:01 GMT
Despite their riches her parents had never been the sort to just sit on their money, preaching about helping poverty from the front pew of some church they’d been throwing money at for years like that alone would make it all better. They’d gone out to some of the roughest places on earth, using their wealth to make a difference on the ground instead. Sure, there’d been the occasional mention of religion and she’d snuck into some places of worship in the camps or in the villages they were trying to help, but Clea had never considered it a daily part of her life. It hadn’t been until Damian had revealed what he really was to her that she’d started really considering it a historical text rather than just a part of mythology she’d had no real interest in.
Wondering how this guy was gonna tie all of that into what he was talking about now had left her growing tense. He’d already dropped the word demon in, like he had one standing right in front of him. Did he know about her connection to one? Was this another attempt by his sister to pay him back for his supposed crimes? Clea’s eyes narrowed as she forced her shoulders to relax and shrugged. ”About as well as most people, I guess,” she muttered. ”I’ve watched Passion of the Christ at least.” The humour dried up in her throat as he twisted the question into a chance to talk about Lucifer.
Her gaze darted all over him, from the tip of that cigarette, to the long coat he wore and back up to his face again. She hadn’t been able to tell that Damian was a demon either, but she hadn’t got what she considered the vibe she’d felt since off of him. ”You think that’s a real war?” Clea asked, a faint scoff to her voice, even though a chill was running down her spine. Siblings, he’d said, like he was somehow part of both sides just like Lucifer. Demons weren’t all supposed to be fallen angels were they? That wasn’t how it had seemed to work with what Damian had done to save his sister. He was a demon, Hell had corrupted the soul he’d sold to try and keep her safe, not knowing that she’d later end up a blood sucking monster.
Stuffing her hands into her pockets, she resisted the urge to try and get in contact with him now, as though this supposed war would suddenly sweep through town and swallow him up without any warning. Blue eyes shot skywards as a storm came crashing in. The weather hadn’t been great when she’d set out, but this wasn’t predicted and it was sending that shiver down her spine again.
A breath puffed out of her as the flash of lightning seemed to change the air around him for a moment. It wasn’t black eyes that were revealed but wings. Forget Hell, this guy was on the other side of things, which made it worse. ”You mean your little party trick?” Clea scoffed. Grinning, even though she wasn’t feeling the smile down to her gut, she shook her head like she was dismissing it, rocking back on her heels to put a little more distance between the two of them. ”So you’re some sort of a magician? That would’ve been more impressive than all this dancing around the bible stuff. You should go to Vegas with that, you’d probably make enough money for a new closet, that look’s a little dated.” She gestured to his clothes, like that was the important thing here, instead of the seriousness of angels and demons clashing right here in Mystic Falls.
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RIVIEL
Angel
rit zein
Posts: 29
Played by:
Seasalt
Last seen May 2, 2024 22:41:10 GMT
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Post by RIVIEL on May 1, 2024 1:00:14 GMT
In the city of fools, I was careful and cool but they tore me apart like a hurricane.
Riviel couldn't believe this is what humans were really like. They were so annoying and he couldn't believe he wanted to be down here so much. He should have changed his mind, but being in heaven was much worse and after the angels being forced to leave heaven it was better he left. He heard the pain they were in afterwards, it wasn't nice for his head. It gave him so much pain and as mercy he put some of the angels down. He never liked doing it, but he wanted the headache to stop
“believe me or not, I don't really care” he spoke so bluntly as he squirled a metallic gold lighter IN between his hands as he played with it “war is everywhere my friend. Supernatural, angel vs demon and human. Why does it matter if I believe it? There are monsters around, why do you think they existed? Lilth made them, first wife to Adam. She made the first bad creatures'' he loved scaring people, not very angel like but Riviel never been known for his angelic attitude, he be happy following lucifer over Micheal anyway though, but true sense he back stab them both
“Money means nothing to me. Why would I want to make such a thing?” he asked as he never understood this concept. He doesn't eat, drink or sleep so what did he need for money? “I have to admit your one strange female I have come across” he chuckled as he spoke as he watched her ever so closely
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