Planet Minecraft

Chosen One: Yes, I'm applying for one of the Chosen.
Name: Angel Isabel Whitewing
Age: 15
Species: Angel
Backstory:
Birth-It was a busy day in Angel's neighborhood. Aether, that's what it was called. A few chills rolled through, but the angels were oblivious. There was too much excitement. A small girl was going to be born to proud parents Peter and Mia Whitewing. The Aether angels worked tirelessly to make this baby shower the best ever, for the baby girl was going to be the first baby girl born in this neighborhood. It had been nine months since the founding of Aether, and this night, June twenty-first, was going to hail the first baby angel for this neighborhood. At exactly 12 noon, the girl was born. Her eyes were light gray, almost white, and her skin a sandy tone. She was moved to her family cloud, and she was placed in her crib of iron. There, she was named Angel. Angel Isabel Whitewing.

*goes into magical time machine and comes out 15 years later*

15th Birthday- Angel stepped outside her family cloud and just looked at it. It was slowly shrinking, as her room was not needed anymore. It was angel customs for the 15-year-olds to move out of the family clouds on their birthday. There was an empty white cloud next door. Her parents stood on the doorstep, waving. The girl blushed. She had already moved all her stuff into the new cloud, and it was slowly expanding to make room for everything she brought, plus the rooms she was adding. "Calm, down Mother. I'll still see you..." Angel said to her crying mother. Then she learned she was a Chosen One.

A few days after the move- RP for Angel starts now!
Personality: Fiery temper, bold personality, speaks her mind.
Appearance:

Spoiler

Take this image, put it in your mind, and make it look medieval. But I keep the scythe. It's epic.

Power: The ability to fly, using her wings. Don't want to make her OP though, so she can only fly for, like, 3 hours at a time without overly exhausting herself.
Weaknesses: A few pressure points. One in the hand, behind her knuckle, one on her neck, one behind her knee, and two on either side of her neck. She refuses to kill anything. Her motto in battle is: "Not kill, dear sir, but inflict damage beyond repair."
Anything Else: Well, I'm being an angel like Crimson... Wait- Can iron be crimson? I don't know. But did you know that "queso" is Spanish for "cheese"?

Hmm...
http://www.google.com/imgres?q=not+bad& ... ,s:0,i:107

I tried, Ultra, I tried. That app alone took me 3 hours of picture searching, typing, thinking, raging, getting up to go get an enchilada, drinking some tea, sleeping, reading, and stretching.

Lol. ACCEPTERED. Enchiladas are for chumps.

Ultra. RP. NAO.

Yessir. As long as you dont try to kill me agian.

-Clip

Am I on the accepted list?

Don't worry about that. There are quite a few people accepted,but doom is just too lazy to update it.

Exactly. Updating is fo chumps.

Average Human
Name: Raj Emphalos
Age:21
Job: Scourge, hired to kill.
Alignment:Neutral, but still contains rage and sorrow inside him.
Backstory: He comes from the distant snowy land of Kintale, where he was a nice young man who would do jobs for money. When he was 20 he was married to a young woman named Julie. After a few months he left on a job to find a so-called kingdom that's king was corrupted and a plague. as he got closer, he heard tales of so-called "Chosen Ones". As he walked around the kingdom, feeling uneasier and uneasier, until he heard something disturbing. There was a report of several Frost Dragons destroying towns in Kintale. the moment he heard this, he went back as fast as he could, but it was too late. His town was destroyed.Sorrow overcame him and he knelt, weeping. But then, his green eyes flashed. He had a vision, a vision of the land he had just left, of his townspeople fleeing there, of the Chosen Ones, who he must protect. He journeyed back at once, thinking, I will do whatever I can to help these people. He then became a Scourge, becoming what he must become to get his beloved Julie back, and to protect the Chosen Ones.
Personality: By all that he's suffered, he can be a bit cold, but has a weakness for
others sorrow.
Appearance: He has ragged black hair, green eyes, pale skin from living in a winter climate.
Anything Else:Dreams of meeting an Angel, has never eaten cheese, and has smelted iron into his sword, Kronis, and LOVES dogs.

Aww... What about Angel, the new Angel character?