Create-A-Character and Roleplay discussion

There are three planes to our world: Caelum, what we call heaven; Gehenna, what we call hell; and Mundus, what we call earth, where all mortals live. Coelus, the ruler of Caelum, and Theus, ruler of Gehenna, engage in a constant battle over control of Mundus, ruled by no one entity. However, much of this battle is political, with little actual fighting occurring. Instead, the two sides send envoys to each other, bearing various messages. These winged beings are called the Messengers of God.

Messengers have existed since thinking beings were created. Often young, these not-quite-heavenly and not-quite-earthly spirits carry messages between all three planes of existence. The messages they bear - to angels in Caelum, to demons in Gehenna, to even a few ones in Mundus - are all of valuable importance and there are many who would do anything to get their hands on them. Fortunately, however, there is an unbreakable law that protects Messengers and has done so for eternity.

But one day disaster struck. Slowly, Messengers started to disappear while delivering messages. And the few that made it back were wild-eyed and incoherent with fear. Rumors began circulating that the unbreakable law had been broken - and all Messengers were in danger.

This was devastating news to the community of Caelum. Messengers were essential to the structure of the universe. They are the only beings able to cross planes. All other creatures must stay in their own realm of existence. Without Messengers, virtually no communication was possible between the three planes, and without communication, the whole world would collapse. And yet, even more Messengers were needed to go out on missions as more vanished. The situation seemed hopeless.

Then a small band of Messengers started to form. They repeated the question - How had the unbreakable law been broken, and more importantly, by who? They maintained the resolution that, if whoever had broken the law could be found, they could be made to mend it again. A few of these Messengers even went off to search for the source of all the trouble - despite the fact that none ever returned from these quests. They called themselves Salvatores Dei. The Saviors of God.

And as the destruction of the world as we know it looms ever closer, they may be our only hope.

((Okay, so you get to roleplay a Messenger of God, called Messengers for short. Whether or not your Messenger is a Salvatoris [one of the Salvatores Dei] is up to you. Specs: Your Messenger must be between 8 and 16 years old and pretty innocent. They most certainly cannot have killed anyone and shouldn't have sinned that much, at the least. They must have wings, like an angel. PM or post on my charrie topic if you have any questions.))

((Oh, and you might want to know the plot. If you are a Salvatoris, you go off on this quest to find the breaker of the unbreakable law. This person, who the Salvatores refer to as "the Breaker," is... can't tell you! But don't worry, I know who they are. ^^ At some point on a mission to deliver a message you are waylaid by a demon but manage to escape. After that you go onto the quest or do something that will lead to that quest, kay?))

((May I?))

((Go ahead!!))

((YAY!))

Pix was sitting in a white waiting room, swinging her legs as she waited. She was staring at the shadows, making little shadow puppets with her hands, beginning to make up a little play.

"Hello mr.alligator," She said, making her normally high-pitched voice seem boy-ish. She made one hand move like it was talking, it's shadow looking a lot like a frog.

"Hello mr. Frog...." She continued. She had a nice way of keeping herself occupied, everything she did looking extremely adorable no matter what she did.

((Hi! It's Bobbie... I'm sleeping over at Lupine's house
Emily says- POST SABINA!!!))

Brendan walked into the waiting room, smiling as he saw Pix. "Hi, Pix... you waiting for your message?"

She looked up, and smiled. She nodded. "Uhhuh," She said, looking extremely cute. She hoped up and ran over to him, hugging his legs.

"Heyyy there," Brendan said, laughing. He leaned down and picked Pix up in his arms, bouncing her a little. "Whoof. Sometimes I wonder why I keep picking you up."

The door on the other side of the waiting room opened. "Pix? Ah, Brendan. I'm glad you're here. Come on in." The angel smiled and opened the door wider.

Pix beamed, and wiggled out of his arms. She then ran down the cooridor and over to the angel, anxious to get the message and do her duty.

Brendan followed, smiling at the angel as he closed the door behind him. He sat in one of the two chairs in front of the pristine desk; the angel sat behind the desk.

Pix hopped into one of the chairs and flopped her hands onto her lap. "So, what message do I have today, Mr.Angel?"

The angel got out a folder (white, like everything else), which he handed to Brendan ((can Pix read?)). "Pix, you need to give a message to a priest in Mundus. Lord Coelus has great plans for him, but he's rather dense and hasn't been following any of the subtle messages we've been sending him. Tell him to go to the city of Tarae, in the country of Benin, and start a church there. Make sure to really imprint that in his mind. Once you're sure he's got it, clear his mind of the memory that you were ever there - but make absolutely sure that he remembers the message."

The angel shook his head. "I know it isn't our usual practice to wipe memories, but we can't risk mortals coming after our Messengers - if they haven't already," he added darkly. Then he sighed. "I hate to send out our best Messengers - particularly one so young - with the current situation, but it cannot be helped. You know how to disguise yourselves, yes?"

Brendan nodded as he scanned the contents of the folder. There was a description of their mission, just like the angel had told them, along with more information, like the address of where the priest lived and a description of the surrounding area. There was also a picture of him - he was young, with fair hair and light eyes and an affable expression.

((She can read little words. Nothing too complicated))

Pix nodded. "Don't worry, Mr.Angel! We'll get the message safely delivered to him, don't you worry!" She said, smiling to reassure him.

The angel smiled, the whole room appearing to light up from the glow of his happiness. "Then I leave it in your capable hands. An angel will be at the Platform if you need any help." ((The Platform is the place where Messengers arrive and depart, and there are always angels there to help any one in need.))

Brendan nodded and closed the folder. "Thank you," he said, smiling. "C'mon Pix. We get to dress up for this message!"

Pix hopped up from her seat and grinned. "Okay, Brendan! Thank you Mr. Angel!" She said while walking out of the door. She seemed very excited about this mission.

Brendan led Pix out to the Platform and closed his eyes. "Hold my hand tight," he ordered.

She took his hand and squeezed it as tight as she could, doing as he wished. She always loved this part.

Brendan breathed deeply and focused his mind. Take me to this mortal man, Christan Lewis... shield me from those who would wish me harm and keep the child safe, always. He finished the prayer and took a single step forward...

The ground underneath his foot felt rocky. Brendan opened his eyes and looked around. Trees. Blue sky. And Pix, still beside him. He breathed a sigh of relief, "You can open your eyes now, Pix."

Pix slowly opened them and smiled. "Wow, it's so pretty here!" She said, looking around. She grinned, happy with the lush and vibrant life around her. So much better than that concrete forest we last visited, she thought, smiling still.

Brendan checked his and Pix's clothes. They looked normal enough. Brendan had a messenger bag slung over his shoulder, and when he looked in it, he found it had the folder with the message and other details of their mission. Their wings had disappeared. "Ok, we're good to go," he announced. "Come on Pix."

"Okay!" Pix said, dancing and skipping around. She absolutely loved her pretty white sun dress and sandals. It was just perfect for her happy and bright complexion. She smiled, dancing around him as they went, being careful not to crush any plant or animal, be it a blade of grass or ant.

"You know who we're looking for?" Brendan asked as they walked. All Messengers had an innate sense of direction that guided them toward their current destination, be it a person or a place, so he didn't pay much attention to where he was walking. He fished out the folder and showed Pix the picture of Christan Lewis, the young kind but dim priest. "He lives here, okay? And tell me what you do if we get separated."

"Don't try to find you, stay away from strangers and stay where I am," She said, smiling. She saw the Priest and couldn't help but think he looked a bit handsome for an older guy. Then again, she never thought anyone was ugly...for that was a sin to her.

((AWWWWWWW!!))

"And, if you feel threatened, pray for help," Brendan reminded her. "An angel is always listening to us." They emerged from the woods into a sunny street, which Brendan continued walking down.

((I know!!!))

Pix nodded. "I know, Brendan," She said while looking around the street. She took in everything that was there, enjoying all the sights and beautiful colors around them. She sighed, loving her job.

"Here's where he lives," Brendan said as they neared a house that was smaller than the others. "Now, Pix, you get to lead the mission."

Pix nodded, and hopped up the stairs. She knocked on the door, already planning what she was to say to him. He should be understanding...surely he'll let a little girl talk to him for a bit...

The door opened and Christan Lewis looked out. "How may I help you?" he asked the teenage boy standing on the doorstep politely.

"Um, um, hello there, Mr.Lewis!" Pix said, tugging on his shirt a little to get his attention.

"What-- oh!" Christan looked down to see the cutest little girl beaming up at him. He crouched to get on a better level. "And who might you be?"

"I'm Pix! Nice to meet you, Mr.Lewis! I need to speak with you, would you let me in?" She asked, giving him her most convincing and adorable look--the one you just couldn't refuse.

"Why, sure, sweetheart!" Christan stood back to let Pix enter, but gave the boy a more stern look. "And who is this, your brother?"

"I'm Brendan Beannatithe," the boy said, smiling and shaking Christan's hand. Christan noticed his thick Irish accent. "Yes, Pix is my little sister. Thank you for letting us see you, Mr. Lewis."

He radiated confidence and trustworthiness. Christan felt himself relaxing. "Please, have a seat." He gestured into the parlor.

"Why thank you, Mr.Lewis!" Pix said, sitting down. She looked up at him, her cute looks giving her a bit more power in this situation. "So, Mr. Lewis, I understand that you're working at the church..."

"That's right," Christan said. "Are you two in need of assistance?" ((He means like how he helps the poor.))

"Well....not that kind of assistance....Actually, I have something really important to tell you," She said, looking up at him. "But, first, I'd like to know, what do you do at the church?"

"I'm the youth minister," Christan said, surprised. "And a priest, but not a very important one." The boy, Brendan Beannatithe moved to stand behind Pix.

"Don't say that about yourself, Brother Christan! You're very important! Why, in fact, I have a job for you....I need you to build a church in Tarae..." She said, totally serious.

Christan looked at her blankly. "Tarae?"

"Yes, Tarae, a city in the country of Brenin. It's really really really important you build a church there, Brother Christan!" She said, looking up at him with her big adorable eyes.

Christan frowned, a small crease appearing between his eyes. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the place," he said hesitantly. "I've never even heard of that country."

((Benin, not Brenin! And it is an actual country ^^))

"Whoops, sorry, Benin I meant," She corrected, smiling nervously.

Christan frowned. "Isn't that somewhere in the Middle East?" ((Okay, I'm making that part up.))

"Yessir!" She said, nodding. She thought this was going quite well.

Christan laughed. "Why on Earth would I need to go there?"

"Well this is a matter of Heaven, not Earth, so....why not?"

Christan stopped laughing. "You're telling me... God wants me to totally abandon my life here and go to some obscure Middle-Eastern country?"

"That is exactly what I'm telling you, Brother Christan," She said, her young voice takning a sudden turn from happy-go-lucky, to serious. Even so, a serious five year old seemed just a little bit more hilarious.

Christan smiled, shaking his head. "And just what would you know about God's will, little one?"

Pix was about to say something, but hesitated and looked to Branden. "...Can I give him a little teensy bit of proof?"

((She's asking for permission to make it look like she has angel wings.))