Post by LIRONEL YSMIR on Mar 18, 2010 1:51:52 GMT -5
Lironel [ Zadkiel ] Ysmir ,
"Yo! I bet you're wondering who i am... well i'll tell you... My name is Lironel Ysmir... I was born hundreds of years ago, though... born isn't really the word for it... In any case, I'm what you would call a fallen angel, I played my hand back in the Crusades in the Holy Land, preaching to both Muslim, Jew and Catholic... though back then I willingly abandoned His teachings so i could follow my own path and fell for a demoness, though she ended up dying and i lost my wings... so i guess it worked out both ways. Any who, i hate religion, mostly because of all the bloodshed caused by it and the willingness that the other archangels had to spill even more at the word of a guy who in my opinion doesn't give a rat's ass about the people who devote themselves to him... The others are idiots in my opinion... Archangels only care about serving Him and little very little else besides being nice to the public...
Now i think it's time to tell you about my old self... I was the Archangel Zadkiel... Angel of Freedom ... well i chose freedom over Him... What He allows to happen is terrible... and even though i know that he is tired, he still needs to step in with all of these pointless wars. For that, i cannot forgive him, so i left his side and chose my own path after i got sick of watching the Crusaders butcher and the Arabians slaughter... and all of it so pointless... When i tried to preach forgiveness my voice rang on hollow skulls and flinty hearts dead set on murder, and still He refused to act... i got tired of it... and all of them... i haven't looked back since, and that was just about a thousand years ago... "
hiya! i'm Bjorn and i've been roleplaying for an amazing 3 years! pretty awesome, eh? anyway, i've read the rules - because the password is Owner of Jerall! i know, i know, i'm amazing. hold the applause. so, you question whether i'm worthy? here's a rp sample.
Lironel watched intently, his hand twitching in anticipation his tongue ran across his parched lips in a vain attempt to wet them in the arid heat of Damascus. the buildings around him were were as dry as his lips and throat felt and the people in the market rushed about like angry ants, trying to purchase what they wanted before someone else did. Lrinel licked his lips one last time before opening his mouth.
"Dear peoples of the city of Damascus! Hear my voice, i beg of thee! Must this fruitless war continue? Has not enough blood been shed? hearken to my voice, can thou not let go of past transgressions, are thy hearts as the famed steel your city forges in legion? Forgive, i pray thee... Forgive these hapless Crusaders and open thy arms in warm embrace! For enough blood has been spilt and stained the soil of this, thy land of holy sanction..." Lironel flinched as one of the crowd suddenly launched a rock and struck him across the face, a sharp edge marring his face. Standing back up, He scanned the crown then spotted the thrower, a young arabian man with a neatly trimmed beard and rich robes and several servants. The man walked up until he stood just in front of Lironel.
"Art thou saying we must forget the innocent blood spilled by these treacherous Crusaders
"Dear peoples of the city of Damascus! Hear my voice, i beg of thee! Must this fruitless war continue? Has not enough blood been shed? hearken to my voice, can thou not let go of past transgressions, are thy hearts as the famed steel your city forges in legion? Forgive, i pray thee... Forgive these hapless Crusaders and open thy arms in warm embrace! For enough blood has been spilt and stained the soil of this, thy land of holy sanction..." Lironel flinched as one of the crowd suddenly launched a rock and struck him across the face, a sharp edge marring his face. Standing back up, He scanned the crown then spotted the thrower, a young arabian man with a neatly trimmed beard and rich robes and several servants. The man walked up until he stood just in front of Lironel.
"Art thou saying we must forget the innocent blood spilled by these treacherous Crusaders
this gorgeous thing was made by ( immortal t e e n ) of Caution 2.0. steal? HELLS NO MAN. she's bite you. hard.
