*she's curled up on a couch somewhere in plain view, for all intents and purposes an utterly normal-looking girl -- seventeen or so, just barely five and a half feet tall, pretty, mostly in an approachable way, with long, straight dark blonde hair and dark grey eyes behind glasses -- she's also barefoot, with a pair of plain white sneakers ( Read more... )

*the first thing anyone's going to notice is the crackling sound of flames filling the air; the second thing will be, a few seconds later, the sound's source making itself evident by the rather large column of orange flame that's materialized out of nowhere in particular -- this will slowly resolve itself into the shape of a young man, still molded ( Read more... )

Enter a young man -- tall, with good posture and bearing, dressed neatly (but not quite immaculately -- his collar's just a little crooked, his coat just a little wrinkled) in the sort of clothing one would expect to see in mid-nineteenth-century England. This, along with the slight air of confusion, should be enough to mark him as unusual -- he ( Read more... )

*ENTER a young man, in his late teens, currently in the possession of: a rosy face, floppy hair, and hands covered in band-aids ( Read more... )

There is a boy standing outside scratching confusedly at a shaggy head of blond-streaked, brown hair. The facial hair makes him look a little older than he really is and he's got a pair of those blue eyes that could be pretty telling one way or another - either he's an angel baby or he belongs to a certain Hades who has apparently attempted to ( Read more... )

*to those familiar with such things, the faint angelic aura around him should be fairly obvious -- he's only half-angel, but if asked, he will unfold a pair of bright white wings, and he can manage miracles on a small scale* *he's wandering in looking faintly confused but optimistic enough anyway -- he's maybe nineteen, just about five foot eleven ( Read more... )

*he's a tiny little baby, about the age of two, and toddling about determinedly. He hasn't quite gotten the hang of it, and occasionally he'll flap the two tiny white wings on his back in order to stay balanced. One thing he has gotten the hang of is talking, though, and as he looks around and picks things up, a curious smile on his face all the ( Read more... )

Hello, everyone. Somei, here. Son of Chantinelle and the archangel Gabriel. I hear there's a few of his here. *smirkity* Wonderful to meet you all.

*slips in quietly -- at first, she'll be hardly noticeable, and then the slight shift in her attitude will make her presence suddenly but undeniably apparent to anyone who happens to be around*

*the first thing anyone will notice is that she is, for lack of a better word, sexy, with waves of dark hair cascading down to her shoulder blades and a ( Read more... )

*eyes everyone with a carefully blank expression, hands in his pockets* *did we mention blue hair? very blue hair*

Well then, what have we here? *faint smirk* Lysander Berensen, apparently the first of my siblings to arrive here. A pleasure, I'm certain.