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Name: Rose Callisto
Age: 16
Creature: Devil
Bio: The princess of hell known as the dark moon , admired by all her followers , and the strongest devil in hell. Before this stupid fight between hell and heaven began she always went to the human world to spread bad luck and of course to make the humans choose the wrong path. Love was for her an unknown word. But then the devils began to argue with the angels , cause every creature wanted the humans to choose the path they wanted and so the war began between heaven and hell , the rest you've already read.
Personality: She is the princess of hell so you know what her personality is like EVIL
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Likes:
~The night
~The full moon
~Black cats

Dislikes:
~Lovey dovey people
~Angels
~Heaven



Name: Estella Rose
Age: 16
Creature: Angel
Bio: With every human life she is born into she does not remember things of the past. But legends of her are known throughout the world, and her new 'parents' that she gets with every new life always suspect that she is somehow different and special. She never married in her human lives, always deciding to take paths that kept her single and to never fall in love, but she did this unconsciously. In the last human life she was born in, she made the vital mistake to fall in love.
Personality: She is an angel so KIND

Likes: Beautiful things, bright things, animals, hearts, bows, having friends.

Dislikes: BOYS. because of her past experience. Distrusts all men except her father and family members. Hates evil men, hates evildoing. Hates evil against others, will be willing to commit evil against evildoers to protect others from the evildoers.

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Name: Mitsuho or Caden
Age: 18
Height: 5'11"
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Half Japanese/Half English (not American)
Bio: He was born in England, but his mother was Japanese, so he is half and half. He actually comes from a prosperous household, but due to his rebellion and slacking off at school, his father had decided to send him to another school in America in hopes that they were more strict than London. Unfortunately for his father, he escaped off the airplane that had been going to America and lived out his teen years independently, changing his name from Caden to Mitsuho. There are only a few people who truly know him as Caden. Mitsuho/Caden always dreamed of playing in a band, so he had always secretly practiced with a guitar at home. Now in America, he is trying to earn money to buy himself a new guitar and find a group to play with. He also secretly writes to his mother so that she would not have to worry, but sends the letters to another state so that his parents could never track his exactly location, making it seemed as if he traveled around.
Personality: Witty and Humorous, but that's only against people who take things too seriously. He can be very helpful and generous despite his appearance. Mitsuho/Caden is quick to get into fights, but with good reason. He is pretty laid-back and can be a bit lazy, but will always act if he knows his friends need him. (This is especially why he got into fights).
Likes: music, friends, mother, animals, helping those who deserve it
Dislikes: being told what to do, people who take things too seriously, snobby people
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Estella Rose smiled as she pushed through her parents house door. "Mother, father, come quick! I have news to tell you!" She shouted through the house excited and set down her purse on a table in the livingroom.
"What is it, anastasia?" Her mother came from the kitchen and blinked confused. Just yesterday she hadn't wanted to go to school in america but now she was excited. Germany was their homeland, and she was homesick for three weeks during the summer, not even wanting to go outside. Anastasia was her human name.
"Mother, mother, today I met an american boy! His parents are from germany! He invited me to watch a movie with him, can I go?!" Anastasia's eyes sparkled as she spoke english with a german accent like her parents. She twirled around dreamily.
"Nicht! Not until your father and I meet him. You know the rules." She frowned at anastasia.
"But I promise you he's nice!"
"Then, you'll bring him to meet us."
"But, mother!" Anastasia stomped her foot and crossed her arms.
"Invite him for dinner tonight, your father and I decide whether or not to let you date him." Her mother frowned when she heard anastasia go up the stairs murmuring that they never trusted her. Anastasia sighed, closing her room door behind her. The phone rang and she picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, we still on for tonight? What did your parents say?" She heard the boy say. Anastasia bit back her lip, wondering if she should lie and go anyway.
"They want to meet you." The boy scoffed over the phone when she said this.
"And what do you want?"
"It's not what I want. It's what they tell me. Can you come over for dinner? I'm sure they'll like you."
"Forget it. I'll just find somebody else." The boy said haughtily. "You're too much of a goody two-shoes. Can't you just forget what they say and come over?"
"But, I-"
"I knew it, German girls don't ever think for themselves..." The boy said teasingly over the phone. At this Anastasia fumed. Her heart ached when she felt tempted to go anyway
"I-I'll go. I do too think for myself. I don't have to listen to them."
"Heh. Alright. See you at the theater at 4." The boy hung up. Anastasia sighed, it was already 3. She got dressed and managed to sneak past her father's study room, where he was correcting students papers. He was a professor at a university, teaching german, english, and mathematics. But, she couldn't get past her mother. She froze when her mother spotted her at the door about to leave.
"Where are you going? Not to meet that boy I hope?" She called from the kitchen entrance.
"No, going to meet friends."
"You never told me you had met new friends." She approached her daughter crossing her arms. "Look at me in the eye and tell me you are not sneaking out to meet him."
"I'm not." She looked her mother in the eye and lied for the first time in her life, feeling guilty in her heart. She tried her hardest to look innocent. Her mother raised a brow. But since she was never known to lie, she sighed, giving anastasia a hug.
"One day you will understand why we trouble over you so much. Boys are an evil breed at this age, their hormones are out of control and so they are unpredictable. You can not trust them all and you are too young to tell if what they are really saying is truth. That is why we want to meet them first. To protect you."
"I know, mother." Anastasia rolled her eyes. "You've told me many times."
"Be back before 7." Her mother warned. "Your father will have a fit if you don't-"
"And I'll be grounded for life... I know." Anastasia interrupted. "I'll be back soon." She left outside the door and took a deep breath, her heart aching again. She knew what she was doing was wrong, so why did she feel compelled to do so?

Anatasia blushed as she went to meet him. The movie he had chosen was a horror movie, and she didn't like it much, but she was looking at him the entire time, clinging to his arm, so she didn't mind. When he noticed her looking she smiled bashfully. When they left the movie theater, the boy offered to walk her home. She was so nervous and her heart beat so quickly that since they talked during the entire time, she forgot to pay attention to where he was leading her. All of a sudden however, the boy glanced at her with a mischievous eye.
"You're really beautiful you know." He grinned at her. She blushed again. They stopped walking. He stepped in front of her and put a hand on her cheek, caressing it as he put an arm around her waist and pulled her in closer.
"What... what are you doing?" She asked embarrassed, her face only an inch away from his since he placed the hand that was on her cheek onto the back of her head and pulled her in completely, leaving no space between them. His lips crashed onto hers roughly and she felt the brashness of his actions, fear filling her as he slid his hand up her shirt pushed him away. She could sense he was full of lust and wanted nothing more to do with her but that only. "I don't want this!" She shouted at him, "We've only just met... and, and... i've never-" It was then she noticed that she was an abandoned street. No one was there. "Where... where have you taken me?" She trembled.
"Heh. As if you didn't notice I was leading you away from your home... you little ****, I know you want me." He said in a dangerous voice and grabbed hold of her wrist tightly, pulling her into an alleyway. She screamed but no one could hear her as he, with his strength because he was a football player, tossed her to the ground and pinned her down with his body. She sobbed, trying to kick at him as he forced his lips down on her again. Then, when she bit his tongue, he scowled and cringed, slapping her hard after letting go of her mouth. He held both her hands above her head with one hand and with the other hand, began to pull up her shirt.
"No!" She yelled, managing to kick him in the balls. He shouted in excruciating pain and fell over, not letting go of arm when she managed to get free from him partially. He cursed and pulled her down again, punching her hard. She sobbed and he scowled down at her, taking out his knife.
"You WILL obey me!" He shouted over her, and she trembled. "If you scream again, I swear I'll kill you!"
"No, No! Please don't!" She screamed at the sight of the knife, trembling. Her fear paralyzed her. She felt the blade pierce her hands as he pinned them into a crevice in the ground. She screamed in agony. He hit her again.
"Thats it, you're going to die... but only after I have a little fun with you first." He grinned, bringing up her shirt then tearing off her skirt.
"NO!" She screeched with wide eyes, and with a strength she didn't know she had, the knife came out of her hands and she grabbed it, stabbing him in the chest. She held herself back when she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and tossed him to the wall, running out of the alley. The boy groaned in pain, she could hear him, but she didn't care. She had to get away. Her hands trembled as they bled and she stumbled in her steps, falling into the arms of a stranger. She sobbed, hyperventilating, and dropped the knife onto the ground. She heard more people surrounding her and cried until she went limp, passing out.

Anastasia heard the sounds of a beeping machine. 'beep, beep, beep,..' Her eyes opened groggily and they hurt. Swollen. Her left eye felt swollen, she could barely see from it. She was in a hospital room and everything hurt her, especially her hands. She didn't feel like moving. Anastasia felt sorrow and grief come over her, tears running down her face all over again as she remembered what had happened and the fear took over. She trembled. Never had experienced this. She gripped the blankets painfully. Then, she could hear the voices outside the door. It was the voices of her parents speaking, her mother crying, and her father swearing to catch the guy who did it to her since the police were so useless. A hatred and a sorrow filled her heart. The fear clutched hold of her refusing to let go. She started sobbing again, the boy's evil words engraved in her mind. Her parents were right, they were always right? Why didn't she listen to them? She was really an idiot. He was an evil b*****d. She felt like going over and beating up the boy senseless. Were all boys this way?

The door opened and her parents went over to her when they saw her sobbing. Anastasia's heart began pounding in pain again.
"You lied to me...! why did you lie? What were you thinking?! You could have died!" Her mother asked and held her close, tears in her eyes.
"I-I'm sorry...!" Anastasia cried on her mothers shoulder, choking on her tears momentarily. Her father joined in the hug, scowling.
"I will find him, I will hunt him down." Her father swore and tried to sooth her. "We won't let him get away with this, I promise." He said, just happy to have her alive. Later, later he would scold her and ground her. "I'll never let you out of my sight again, I promise I'll keep you safe from harm."

Fear grew in Anastasia as she snapped her good eye open and gasped for breath. She tried to get Rose's hands off her neck but tears ran down her face and she cringed, her hands still ached her. She didn't understand why this woman was trying to choke her. "I... Don't... understand..." She managed to speak hoarsely, and the pure terror in her heart had her paralyzed. She didn't even know her!

"Anastasia? You're awake?" A nurse knocked on the door, hearing two voices. She frowned, opening it. "Who are you talking to? Visiting hours are over-" She blinked in confusion when she saw anastasia by herself there, gasping for breath, deadly pale.