Ello, ello, welcome to .REBIRTH.[&&].TEMPTATION. , an original RP guild created by yours truly, Elyon, in a desperate attempt to recreate a similar concept to an old RP-web of mine. Now, if you think that this guild is all to familiar and you plan to leave it behind, let me assure you that this is not, by any means, your average guild thread. In fact, like my old web, this Guild plot will develop in accordance to what ideas, twists, and turns, are brought in by its members. Thus, you’ll be able to choose from different environments and minor plots that are going about to Rp from. However, if you are tired of rping and wish to do nothing more than to simply lounge about, feel free to visit the OOC threads, Art Discussions, Contests, or any other randomness that has been brought to life.
Ok, so have I caught your interest? If so, please feel free to send in a join request if moi has not invited you. Now, I know what you are thinking, ‘How the heck do I do that?’ Well, for starters, you can lose the attitude and, instead, copy and paste the following form:
- 1. Who miight joo b3? [Screen Name]
2. Car3 to giiv3 an 3xampl3, pl3as3? [RP Example, your average post]
3. Joiin us, why? [Why do you want to join the rp?]
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- In the beginning there was only darkness and there was Him. He was the creator, the Beginning and the End. He was the first. In the vast expansion of the universe, He felt alone. So terribly alone that He engaged in the creation of a fruitful world that, in the future to come, would be known as Earth.
Summoning His will, He first created the Sun, to look after upon the creatures that would populate the earth, and the Moon, to guide his children and cradle them in the darkest of nights. He proceeded, then, to create boundless amounts of clouds to keep father Sun company and millions of stars to accompany mother Moon in her wake. Soon after this was completed, He stood back to admire His work and saw it all to be good.
Later, He separated the earth from the water creating rich soil and deep, clear water beds to qualm his children’s thirst. He created tall, bountiful trees upon the fertile soil to shade them from the Sun’s caress as well as shrubs and fruits for them to eat.
But still, He found something missing and He continued to work.
Beasts of all sizes, colors, and shapes were soon created to populate water, ground, and air. Then, He created His own children, the Humans. Intellectually, aesthetically, and morally, they stood above all others, making Him gain some type of fascination towards the specie. They stood above all the others creatures as rulers, as they were able to adapt to their surroundings and were able to appreciate the beauty of His other creations.
Glad with His work, He left Earth and settled in the Heaven’s upon it to watch it all unfold. However, soon after His departure, the shadows begun to stir, presenting an unknown hate by another of His creations, the Demons.
As a veil of shadows, they swept throughout Heaven, and in one day, turned every city into a pile of burning embers, every brave Angels into a stack of broken bones and rotten flesh. They turned every single note of happiness and hope into that of despair. As cities crumbled and lives were destroyed, these silhouettes continued to wipe out from Earth all who opposed them and, finally, God.
In a desperate attempt to salvage His creations, He released his own powers in seven Archangels and stepped into the challenge. They went to work quickly; rallying with the remaining Angels, they cut down the dark beings until there was but a few left. The traitors were surrounded, and the Angels filled with renewed hope advanced ready to finish the battle and to avenge the deaths of all those who had fallen. However, as Saint Michael’s blade, the Head Archangel, prepared to take the final blow upon Lucifer, the creature stretched out his arm and his thinning fingers coiled around the creature’s wing. “Ecce Gratum…” He softly chastised, a grin slowly curling across his lips, as he fell back into the gallows of darkness, bringing with him one of his wings. Finally, his deed was complete.
It is said that as the shadows engulfed the wicked being, his laugh rattled throughout the Earth, shattering all sense of goodness and of safety that had once existed.
Pious Flea