Fallen and Forgotten

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[forgottenfallen]

Verses

MAIN VERSE [ Verse Name: On The Road; ]

Izaic had left the people who had taken him in and has been traveling upwards of fifteen years. He is in search of his lost memories. With travel, the fallen has hopes that something will spark a forgotten point in time. Alas, all he has is his journal, which have fragments of memories he had written down. He has of yet gathered enough to cobble even a basic story together.

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LEGEND OF ZELDA VERSE [ Verse Name: Fallen DemiGod; ]

Izaic awoke to find himself freed from his tiny staute prison, but his memories are fractured and hard to make sense of. The most he managed to gather is that his name is Izaic, and he is in fact, a forgotten Demi-God. With nothing else to do, the deity travels all over creation while trying to make sense of his broken memories.

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STEVEN UNIVERSE VERSE [ Verse name: Corrupted Lab; ]

Labradorite, or simply ‘Izaic’ was made in the beta kindergarden on Earth. Though, after the war, Izaic had lost a great deal of himself. The most that Izaic knows is that he isn’t human, and that he had been ‘not well mentally’ for quite some time. He was corrupted; appearing as some sort of winged canine with cloven hooves instead of paws. Kindly human chlidren had taken him in as a pet; much to their parents dismay. However they did their best to take care of their new strange friend. Labradorite got the affectionate name of ‘Izaic’, and is one he often uses to introduce himself. They managed great progress in their short human lives. Izaic was capable of - rather broken human speech, and was cognitive enough to have rational thought. With this came a more human-like shape. Of course, he outlived his human companions. Before they passed; they told him that no matter what, he should be strong and not loose what was left of himself. With no where else to go, and finding it too painful to stay, Izaic set out to chart a path wherever the wind took him.

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[forgottenfallen]

Izaic

Name: Izaic (No real last name, but he uses Mortem as a fake one.) Age: Unknown Height: 5'8 Gender||Sex: Male DWF (Date When Found): March 4th. (Doesn’t have an actual birthday.) Race: Fallen Angel. Preference||Sexual Preference: None. Anyone’s company is good company. Appearance: Messy raven hair, Cobalt blue eyes. His skin is average for a white male. Built like a runner. His face is thin, but what most would consider handsome. Always seen in his white jacket of which he rarely takes off. Wrists are always bound in some sort of bandages. His wings are normally hidden, but when seen are a charcoal color, and messy and unkempt like his hair. Normally friendly in appearance. Personality: Ambivert. Friendly, helpful, and pleasant on first meeting. He’s found often times wondering around, writing in his journal, or reading a book. He’s lonely and often seeks out company. Even if its just quite company. He’s resourceful and reliable, even on the toughest of tasks. Prefers to use knowledge over his fists and will be a pacifist unless someone else’s life is threatened.

Powers||Skills:

Immortality

Able to heal quickly. (Depending on how bad the wound is is dependent on how long and how much power it takes.)

Can fight if pushed to do so.

Can fly. (But unable to reach Heaven)

Knows spells for healing. (Though, they only heal, they don’t grow back lost limbs.)

Knows spells to protect.

Knows spells to hurt/restrain. (The pain is only temporary.)

Backstory: Izaic doesn’t recall anything beyond waking up after being sealed in a small angelic statue. Besides his name, and the fact that he is a fallen angel; Anything before that is a blur. Memories surface, but are quickly forgotten. The only way he knows about them, is that he writes them in his journal. Only bits and pieces come to him in dreams or nightmares. Through this he had found out he was cursed to bleed from the wrists; a punishment from God. For what reason, he didn’t know. Though, he felt like it had been his fault. The people who had unsealed Izaic treated him kindly in his confused and vulnerable state. He was so touched by their generous nature, that he decided anyone he met would be treated the same. With a big friendly smile, Izaic faces the world, putting his best foot forward and facing challenges as they come. He usually doesn’t show when something gets to him, smiling wide and attempting to put troubles behind him, though it doesn’t always work. If in a depressed or upset state, he will often fall asleep to help himself escape the world for a while. Seeing him sleeping usually is a sign that not all is well. Izaic is self-conscious about his wings and his bleeding wrists; As it made others uncomfortable. For the comfort of others, his wings are normally hidden, and his wrists are bandaged up. It was less likely to scare others away. Scaring them away often meant that he would be lonely. There is nothing Izaic dislikes more then feeling lonely. He will seek out company, or find something to distract himself. Now Izaic travels, trying to find out who he is, as well as help anyone along his journey.

[thebladesmithmuses]

((Hey y'all! It's been a while huh? I lost my Persian icons, so I'll be kinda without a face for a while. Imma try to make a come back, but I'm figuring stuff out.

I'm wondering, since I don't have time for multiple blogs anymore, that I should just move everyone to one blog.

It'll be a big task, and I don't plan on deleting blogs, strictly for the memories. Just kinda condensing everyone to one place for my own sake.

For those who don't remember that's @forgottenfallen @catthatquacks @askrowanchase @ask-viscen-and-ayaka @35yearoldfairy @ask-viscen-and-ayaka @mayuthethief

I believe that's all of em.

But anyway.

It's been a while huh? Lol))

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Behind closed doors: A reserved rp with forgottenfallen

Today was a quiet and calm morning with the sun shining up in the sky. The grass sparkling with dew from the sprinklers that waters them up for a while. On a hill stood a giant mansion that used to be own by someone that’s passed many years ago.

So far, visitors and travelers come here to stay the weekend since the master allowed others to stay there for as long as they wished. However, when people come to visit, they are always taken care of by the only one maid that’s lived here for many years.

Her name was Hanoka and she’s known by many others in the small town down the road. She’s always showed a gentle kind smile, compassionate towards the guests. She’ll always be there to help you and make you feel right at home. To others, they felt happy and cared for thanks to Hanoka but they were good people that always followed some simple rules that her master wrote and hopes they follow them.

As for the ones that didn’t?…Well, lets just say they didn’t stay long and had to leave a while later. Some say the ones that disobeyed the rules end up missing later on. Some would ask her but she tells them the same thing. For ones that became nosy…that’s another thing. All many that know Hanoka just keep it quiet and not say a thing.

This morning, she was just returning home from the late visit to the market with some things to make for the guests that was there but she always had room for more. Just as Hanoka gets to the gates, she stops to hear some rustling in the bushes but wonders if it was a animal.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

She listens to  Izaic speak about the work he does from time to time, seeing the shrug made her curious. “You don’t say? I didn’t expect the town to even have small jobs like that. But I guess I missed that part.” She looks ahead thinking about it to leave her hearing what he said. “It’s not that hard. In the beginning it was because I was learning about it but over time, I gotten the hang of it. Most can’t believe I’m even able to do this.” She hums the response thinking.

“But I do put my heart and soul into my work so that might explain much…But at least you can see that. Others think some are helping me or hiding in the home but it’s just me before other guests started coming to stay for a while.” she lowers to pick up a cloth and held it within her hand.

[forgottenfallen]

"People always amaze me with how much they're capable of. I'm surprised, impressed even everytime. I've seen it happen plenty of times." Izaic chimes. He has a bright smile that suggests he isn't lying, and he isn't. He is impressed by what mortal men could do, what they could achieve or even survive on their own. He was sure none of his brethren even helped in most cases. That was just how amazing humans could be. A perfect design for sure, even if flawed sometimes. Though, even flawed with disabilities that would ruin most animals, they still managed to impress him.

[melamemea]

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[forgottenfallen]

The Statue. It calls. (Open Starter)

In an antique shop, a statue calls out for anyone willing to listen. It's not a voice, but a feeling, a strong feeling, at helpless feeling. It was as if someone inside was calling for help. It was a desperate plea to be free.

The statue was certainly strange. Lengthwise it was about the size of a hand from fingertip to end of palm, but a hand could close around it and hold it comfortably widthwise. It looked like an angel, and looked like a marbled obsidian, most of it black, with marbled white and grey swirling around in it's skin; with polished cobalts for eyes. The halo it had, once a beautiful gold, was tarnished and almost appeared to rust, as impossible as that was. Perhaps it wasn't real gold, but it was hard to be certain. It was smooth, at least the body and eyes. The halo was rough to the touch. There didn't seem to be any buttons or levers no instructions. It was just one solid piece with gemstone eyes and a tarnished halo.

Buying it would be expensive, but whoever might be inside was so desperate to be free. It's such a strong feeling, a desire like nothing else.

[myspiritforasword]

forgottenfallen:

myspiritforasword:

forgottenfallen:

Izaic couldn’t smile more, but her comment did amuse him enough to get a laugh. “Darn. I had a whole thing planned too,” he teased.

“Well I certainly would not complain if you tried anyway,” Fi admitted.  Her blush was darkening again.  Even if he was just joking the idea of him having anything planned for her was incredibly flattering.

“Oh? Well, I’ll give it a try then,” he chimed.

“I would hate to see all of your planning go to waste,” she agreed.  What did he have planned for her?  She couldn’t even begin to guess.  Izaic was always hard for her to predict.

[forgottenfallen]

Izaic definitely had nothing planned. It was just a quip in response to her statement. A little joke that he didn't think he would have to act on. Now that she requested it, he would have to try. He at least understood the concept of wooing, but he didn't know how to execute it. Izaic tried to think back on all he had read and heard. He laughs softly, slightly nervously. His face flushing a bright pink. "I lied. I do not have a plan. It was a quip, a silly statement at most... but if you would like, I can still try. I will just need more time to actually think."

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Behind closed doors: A reserved rp with forgottenfallen

[forgottenfallen]

the-silver-rose-kunoichi‌:

“Go right ahead, take your time if you wish. I’ll be here waiting for you to come back while getting the cleaning items for this little task.” She gave him permission to leave and do his thing. However, her eyes did pick up the bandages that got her silent. Did something happen to him? Or..did someone do something to him? A weird urge of wanting to find out was bubbling up but she held it back after some time of calming down. She will have to wait on that another time or at least find out what happened. “…..”

“Thanks for waiting.” He chimed. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong. Though the focus on the bandages did catch his attention. He held his arms behind his back and started to walk. “We should get going while there’s still daylight to burn.” 

He started ahead. His thoughts centered around trying to distract her into forgetting– at least for now. “So, how was your day? Busy I bet.”

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

“It’s no problem but you didn’t need to rush if you were doing that. I still would have waited for you.” She smiled looking at Izaic but on the corner of her eye, she spots the bandages again. Maybe had had a supply with him in his room so that’s nothing to worry about. “But of course; lets go before we waste time.” she said with both hands pressed together before going ahead with him. When hearing the question, she thinks a bit before answering.

“Yes, it’s been a long day. Cooking, cleaning, making sure my guests are alright, you know the usual things. I’ve always done this every day of my life to the first day I started here. Maybe others tell me I go a bit too far with my work but I enjoy it.” she said smiling but thinks a little.

“How about you? How was your day?” she asked.

[forgottenfallen]

Izaic nods with a smile as he acknowledged her hard work. He gives a shrug to her question. "I helped around the town for a bit of cash. It's just odd jobs no one wanted really. I'm sure it can't compare with how hard you work. I'm sure keeping this place up and running can't be easy. And it looks like you do it by yourself, so that's really commendable." After all, this place was huge, and as far as Izaic could tell, she was mortal. Keeping such a place going, with so many guests? He could only imagine.

[candy-corps]

Meeting Batman

[candy-corps]

forgottenfallen:

Izaic looked at the device. He looked confused, as he was sure words weren’t suppose to be written like that. However, he learned quickly how to read the book. He had some difficulty, as it wasn’t how he typically read things. However, he managed until the words finally went back to normal.

Oh. Well, when he read it like that it made sense. Bruce was still baffled. He was getting read to. It was just for him. Izaic was so nice and he still smelled so nice, too. Not only of blood but … 

Flowers.

Strange. But well. He had to put him comfortable, didn’t he. Bruce leaned against him for a moment in appreciation before he turned away to get the light source fixed. He climbed over the bed to the nightstand, where he turned on a middle-sized, white, dim glowing ball. He looked at it for a moment before he went on. He’d have to turn off the big lights as well. 

[forgottenfallen]

Izaic paused when he noticed Bruce moving. He wondered if he should wait for him before he continued reading. Though, the look he received as he stopped made him question.

[myspiritforasword]

The Girl Without a Smile

[forgottenfallen]

myspiritforasword:

Oh Goddesses.  She did not want to deal with this right now.  Izaic seemed sincere enough now, but it was only a matter of time before a failure to produce results would reveal his real motives.  “Thank you, but I can assure you that it would be a waste of your time.  Everyone else who has tried ran out of ideas long ago,” Fi replied.  Her tone was gentle.  She didn’t want to be cruel to him - she just didn’t want to deal with an onslaught of jokes that could be anywhere on a range from terrible to offensive.  Jack’s expectant gaze was ignored entirely.

“And I assure you it wouldn’t,” the young man replied.  “Any moment trying to get someone to smile is worth it, right Jack?” The feline looked up at his companion as he looked down at him. Jack gave a meow in response and his gaze falling back to Fi. Izaic too looked back toward the young woman, that friendly, and slightly optimistic smile still plastered on his face.

[forgottenfallen]

myspiritforasword:

“That is alright.  Getting stuck inside a statue probably does not do wonders for your health,” she pointed out, “Do you need anything?”  Without actually voicing her decision Fi had already decided that Izaic could stay for as long as he needed. 

Well, as long as he needed provided that he didn’t start doing anything that made her uncomfortable.  He didn’t seem like the type though.

“I don’t know... I don’t think I do.” Izaic gave just hard thought to her question. Enough that he had to hold his head. He was thinking to hard and it was getting sore from forced thought. At the moment there wasn’t much he actually knew about and he didn’t like it. There was a feeling of something else. Something clawing at the back of his mind and lost within some void. No matter how hard he tried to think on it, it just wouldn’t come to him.

[forgottenfallen]

myspiritforasword​:

“I could return to the beach, once I was healed and the waters were safe again,” Fi offered hesitantly.  It sounded like Izaic was a traveller.  She doubted he’d want to stick around waiting for her when it was entirely possible she’d never return at all, but it wasn’t like there was any other way to contact him.  In all likelihood he’d return her to the ocean and they’d never meet again.

Izaic wasn’t keen on sticking to one place for too long. The urge he got to move couldn’t quite be discribed. He just had a sense he was needed else where. Something pulled him to move, like a dog on a leash. Maybe it was just his mind trying to find purpose, or maybe it was his strong need to find himself again. In any case, staying in one place made Izaic uncomfortable. 

Even still... Izaic couldn’t in good consonance leave without knowing Fi had been alright. He gave a sold nod. “I promise to stay as long as I can.”

[forgottenfallen]

Of Angels and Demons

[forgottenfallen]

zanero-meave‌:

“Alright. I know it is still kind of dirty, but I wanna see if this can fit you first.”

Zane said as he looked into the basket of clothes. He shoves a hand in, shifting through it in search for something. It took a few moments before eventually he pulls out what he was looking for. It looked like some kind of beanie. The man turns to his friend and shows it to him.

“Garroth once got a magical mishap with witchcraft that got him getting a pair of werewolf ears. To hide them, he used this beanie. Not sure how well it can work for you, but we can try”

Izaic looked at the beanie curiously. With the shirt incident prier, he was nervous about putting anything on his head. He got better at it, needing to bathe quickened that process, but he was still hesitant.

Izaic didn't make Zane wait and took the beanie. Izaic didn't wear hats often. They usually got lost eventually during his travels. It got to the point he stopped buying them. He put on the hat; careful of his horns. With his usual smile, he put his hands on his pockets.

"How does it look?"

[forgottenfallen]

zanero-meave​:

Zane paused for a second in confusion. Some voice spoke in his mind,, but it didnt sound or even feel like the usual voice in his head. Or was it?? The normal voice in his head then returned, repeating the last sentance the other voice said. Protect his Core, whatever that means. All he knew was it was a thought, and he needed to act upon it quickly. Zane scurried up to stand in front of Izaic, holding his hands out to stop the glitching angel from moving more.

“H-hey! Izaic maybe, uh,,, You shouldn’t get up so soon! Maybe we should take you to bed to rest up, You are probably using too much of your energy.I dont know much about angels, but maybe rest can make you less,,, flickery??” The older man spoke, feeling a sense of panic, especially after the strange voice left the thought along with a sensation of urgency he must follow. Zane tried grabbing the other man’s hands, trying to pull him towards the spare bedroom that now belonged to Izaic.

Izaic didn't process Zane's words. He heard them, at least if looking toward the other was any evidence. His eyes were void of anything conscious. It was as if he were asleep on his feet with his eyes open. A robot that mimicked humanity. He wasn't even conscious enough to do that strained smile when he was uncomfortable. Even still, he tired to keep pace with Zane.

His body flickered once again, but much less intense then before. It was still bright; like looking directly at lightbulb after being in the dark. It was as if Zane's eyes were being shielded. Or perhaps Izaic was conscious enough to be considerate. It was in the fallen's nature not to burden others after all. Or maybe, it was that strange voice from before. Whatever the case was, it died down once again. The light slowly creeping back to Izaic's chest. It pulsed there, flickering, like a heartbeat. A slow, even heartbeat. It would sputter, and as it did Izaic’s form would glitch.

[rpmemes-galore]

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[thebladesmithmuses]

So. Life has been one hell of a rollercoaster ride, to the point I'm not sure I can be on as much as I used to, if at all. I'm sorry everyone. It's been fun, and I'll try to be here as much as possible, but I can't guarantee anything. Discord has been easier on me lately, so that's where I've been most days. If you wanna ask for it, go a head, but I don't wanna point out my private discord to the aether.

I want to thank you all though. This has been the best roughly a decade of my life. People have come and gone, but I'll hold everything dear to me. All the memories, all the friendships, and all the experiences that shaped me today.

I wish you all the best. I just hope I can still be around.

[girlkisserr]

i have waited 24 entire days to draw the boi and i failed

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