The clock work angel is about a institution that is run by shadowhunters. Now i know you all just want to know what shadowhunters are. They are  warriors that are not human, but rather half angel. That were born from the blood of the angel Razel. Born as humans just with a particular design tattooed on their back. Its the same for every shadowhunters the tattoo would be of angel wings. It only looks like a tattoo but is really a birth mark to their right as warriors. Most shadowhunters are born from shadowhunter families. But some are not. Some are unlucky and born of parents who are both completely human.<br/><br/>The purpose of shadowhunters are to keep order in the world. Ever since the accords were made the downworlders otherwise known as demons,warlocks, vampires, and werewolves were given a chance of trust. The accords are a law written record made to keep all downworlders in check. If the accords are broken then the downworlder held responsible will be punished. That punishment could only be death. At the accord signing there were only 1 Representative from the most populated races of downworlders. A vampire named Richard hellfire, a werewolf named Lucas, and Magnus bane a warlock. This signing meant that all downworlders were forced to abide by this law.<br/><br/><br/>Now to the idea of the rp:<br/><br/>Its going to be played out in a shadow hunter institution. But you are welcome to play a downworlder that falls in love with a shadow hunter, is evil, or just plain wants to help. But basically its going to concentrate on one group of shadow hunter at the institution  called jester's house. But it will also concentrate on a group of downworlders that are disobeying the laws. These downworlders formed a cult group called the pandemonium club.<br/><br/>(you are permitted to play a human but in order to be human u must have a power, which makes u part downworlder)<br/>Are you interested?<br/><br/><br/><br/>Name:<br/>age:<br/>race:<br/>height:<br/>weight:<br/>appearance: (picture or written)<br/>personality:<br/>History/bio:<br/>weapon:<br/>interest: (what you contribute to the institution , or down-world)<br/>other:<br/>likes:<br/>dislikes:<br/>theme:<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Name: Isabelle Lightwood<br/>age:17<br/>race: Shadowhunter<br/>height:5'2 ft<br/>weight: 115 ilbs<br/>appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u280/ristina225/frozen1i.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>(shadow hunter have tattoos based on their accomplishments or because they need to be healed. each tattoo means something different for them)<br/>personality:over confident, acts like a bitch,always starts arguments, but inside she really cares, even if on the outside it looks like she doesn't<br/>History/Bio: Isabelle was born into the shadow hunter world. Of course you have to be born into it. But her mother was human, and her father was a shadow hunter. When she was a little kid there was always a man at the house asking if they were ready to allow their daughter to join the  clave (which was what the shadowhunters called any institution) But her parents always declined. Until one day when she was twelve her parents were arguing so bad that she went through her fathers books. Till she found a book with maps , and found the nearest clave. With that in mind she went to the nearest clave institution and knocked on the door. When a young women answered the door and ushered her in. There was no turning back. She told the women that she wanted nothing to do with her parents. Since then her parents only showed up once but no one answered the door.<br/><br/>Now Isabelle may seem like a rebel but she really cares about the people in this institution. And the young lady that let her in is more like a mother to her than her own mother ever was, and the lady's husband seems like a nice replacement for her own father. She has made a new family, and will defend the family with everything she has.<br/><br/>weapon: a bow that has sephrine encased around it making it look silver, the arrows are also encased in sephrine. (sephrine=some sort of shadow hunter magic that makes weapons even more deadly against downworlders.)<br/><br/>Interest:the shadow hunter community would want her because she is a distance fighter , but also carries her father's skill of being able to come up with plans on the spot.<br/><br/>other:<br/>likes: to read, play guitar, music in general, and argueing<br/>dislikes:jerks, annoying people, and pretty much anything that just gets on her nerves<br/>theme:<br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eTlfGImDDtI"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/eTlfGImDDtI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Name: Samuel maximer<br/>age:looks 19 in reality he is 120<br/>race:werewolf<br/>height: 6'4 ft<br/>weight: 150 to 159 ilbs<br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u280/ristina225/Coldest_End_by_syncaidia-1.png">[ img ]</a><br/>personality: Cold, a jackass, hardly cares about anyone<br/>History/Bio: Samuel is the second oldest werewolf to Lucas. Or rather the second most respected werewolf in the werewolf community. The only problem was he has a dark dark secret. He is addicted to the blood of vampires. Rather he loves the feel of their teeth sinking into his neck. Because of this addiction he became close with  Richard hellfire. The top of all vampires who also held a dirty secret. He owned the pandemonium club that secretly was trying to kill off all the shadow hunters. They were planning on war. With Samuel apart of this club.<br/>weapon: does a werewolf really honestly need a weapon ;)<br/>intrest:He is one the few members that are respected in the club, and he holds sway over a lot of the werewolf community.<br/>other:<br/>likes:  drugs, vampires, girls<br/>dislikes: shadow hunters, haters, and warlocks<br/>theme:<br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHs5cg5RIu8"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/OHs5cg5RIu8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><br/>Shadow Hunters RANDOOM :<br/><br/><br/>Name: Elizabeth rosewel<br/>age: 18<br/>race: shadowhunter<br/>height:  5â€™4 ft<br/>weight: 120-116 ilbs<br/>appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u280/ristina225/Decorated%20images/IMG_9323.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>personality: a slut, calm, cool, collected, a bitch, is often seen being chatty even if she doesnâ€™t like the person<br/>weapon:  a seraph sword that is light so she can hold another seraph blade in the other hand ( swords )<br/>theme:<object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVNAp1C8LIw"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/sVNAp1C8LIw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><br/>(more will go under this but ima wait for your shadow hunter first) XD<br/><br/><br/><br/>What the humans knew of the world, was only very minuscule. They knew of a god, and such things as that. But could hardly wrap their minds around the very idea that vampires, witches, warlocks, or even werewolves were real. To them these things were just stories passed down from generation to generation. Yet nobody ever considered to try to find where these tale originated from. There had to be somewhere right? There is but that information was hidden from humans. Kept in libraries that were built inside institutions that held shadow hunters. These shadow hunters are half humans, half angels meant to protect the world from these creatures. They act like the police, and saviors of for the humans without ever being found out. If a human was to know about them then shadow hunters would have to take drastic measures to quite the human.<br/><br/>Shadow hunters are elite beings, and are capable of fighting off the downworlders which are the vampires, warlocks, witches, werewolves, and other such creatures that arenâ€™t quite human. They only fight those creatures that are out to either harm a shadow hunter, or a human. While the downworlders resent the shadow hunters for being able to kill them, and keep them in check. Though some have been able to look past this and actually make friends with the shadow hunter. Or at least have a good accountancy with them. Though it was still never enough to satisfy the shadow hunters who are often refereed to as the clave when they are in large groups. But after the signing of the accords which was a written law that both shadow hunters, and certain downworlders signed. The term enclave was used for those shadow hunters who got into the top of the top of the list of shadow hunters. Meaning the ones that hold the most sway. However, the accords was both good, and bad for the downworlders. It was good in the term that now the downworlders would have a law that would try and stop too much chaos from happening, but bad because most the downworlders were now restricted in what they could do.<br/><br/>The accords say that downworlder can not kill a human. If a downworlder kills a human the punishment is death. That should a downworlder try and create an army against the shadow hunters that is also punishable in death. From there punishments get less severe , depending on the situation. But the accords do not just pertain to downworlders. The accords are law for the shadow hunters, and thus if a shadow hunter goes against the law on the parts that pertain to them. Then there are uncountable amounts of punishments for the shadow hunter. Most seem to be imprisonment for life, and such. Never death though.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Isabelle Lightwood found herself resting on the roof of the jester house institute. As funky as the name sounds , it kinda fit this clave institute. At least better than calling it Joleanâ€™s institution. She stretched her arms that were reveling her various shadow hunter marks. Her t shirt was white with another t shirt over it that was gray. However, even the sky seemed dismal. Then again the sky in London was always dismal, and sad to look at. Her body rested against the side of the roof, since the roof was stable and had a secret hatch that led onto it. But this roof was her safe heaven. The only place that she felt most comfortable with herself, and the environment around her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Why do you always have to be up here moping? It seems just so out of place for you?"</span>The voice held venom to it , just as it always did. Elizabeth rosewell the venomous snake that could find a better nest to poison. Isabelle knew that the blonde golden girl would have a smirk that she just wanted to wipe off with her fist. Who says girls arenâ€™t violent?<br/><br/>"Out of place my ass Liz. What do you want? Moping would be if I was crying. I am in no way sad, nor am I moping. I am staring at a wonderful dismal sky, that nobody around here seems to care about." With that she propped her elbows up and sat up, as if she wasnâ€™t just lousing around. " I am guessing that there is something you need to tell me, or else you wouldnâ€™t have bothered to come up here right?" She made sure to put on a face of mock horror. As if the very though of Liz climbing up all those steps just to talk to her was wellâ€¦impossible.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well no need to be so cold to me Bella , its not as if I did anything to you." </span>There was a momentary pause as if it was done on purpose. "<span style="font-style: italic">Oh wait I did do something now I remember. I stole your teddy that you brought with you, and what did I do with itâ€¦rip it to shreds." </span>There was a very proud smirk on Lizâ€™s sparkling white teeth. One that made Isabella wanna scream, and scratch Lizâ€™s eyes out<span style="font-style: italic">. "However I did not come here to piss you offâ€¦.no matter how fun that sounds. You are needed in the parlor. I believe they are expecting you down there soon, and there may be new members to this clave. So please â€¦donâ€™t be your normal bitchy self. It would make us lookâ€¦.wellâ€¦just forget it we all know you wonâ€™t stop."</span>There was a triumphant look on Lizâ€™s face as if she had dug deeper into Isabella than she thought she could ever do.<br/><br/>"Well move, I would rather not be held by your â€¦impending triumphant smirk that is ever so despicable." Isabella stood up with that , and shoved past Liz who was just standing there dumbfounded.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well at least I donâ€™t have ice cold blue eyes!!" </span>Liz spat from somewhere behind Isabella. It was too late for Isabella to even be able to reply to her. She just kept walking down the hatch acting as if the very words that Liz said didnâ€™t hurt. Just like she always did. Once her foot hit concrete she turned to follow the candles that were aflame lighting the path ahead. The corridor was cold as always, but it had pictures on the wall of the past great shadow hunters. These pictures gave her little comfort. Slowly she made her way down the hallway till she reached stairs that led down towards the foir. All she would have to do is climb down the stairs, and take a left in the foir. That would lead her to the parlor. Where she was sure that there would be plenty of shadow hunters that despise her.<br/><br/>When the big golden doors to the parlor opened she was welcome with thousands of voices speaking at the same time. She was late FAN FUCKING TASTIC. She found her seat next to someone that she hardly knew since there were no other seats. The boy had blonde hair that fell gently in front of his eyes. Just almost reminding her of Liz.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Now attention all shadow huntersâ€¦.Each of you are about to get you initiation mission to become a true shadow hunter. Each hunter will be paired up with two partner shadow hunters. These missions are life and death. Meaning if u fail it will ultimately mean death. Therefor , it is wise that each of you take these missions seriously, because they only get worse, before they get better. Now , there will be a  true shadow hunter handing each of your mission. Once you get your first mission that is when you can find your teammates and disperse. However , you will be doing missions for a year. So prepare yourself for one hell of a year." </span>With that Arleen walked off the stage.<br/><br/>It took about an hour for one of the hunters to come over to Isabelle. He handed her a envelope with the names Elizabeth rosewel, and Frederick rooadstick. She arched an eyebrow and searched for Liz who was undeniably starring at her like she was evil, or the devil. Which rhyme oddly enough. Frederick on the other hand was standing next to Liz with his cool green eyes searching her like a leach. Fred was one of the most lecherous hunters around , and it  just creeped Isabelle out. "Nice of the two of you to wait for your partner to read the envelope." She growled glaring right at Liz.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">My if it ainâ€™t the bitch. So we have to go guard a fucking highschooler this should be fun."</span>Liz spat. Not really explained who we had to guard or why. She just turned and gestured for us to follow. Which Isabelle did with a scowl on her face as if the world was just about to explode. If she could she would go back in time , and learn to be nice to everyone. But she could hardly learn these things with such a cold past.<br/><br/>It had been hours and they had finally found the school. With all Lizâ€™s bickering it was no wonder it took over four hours to find the fucking highschool. Isabelle noticed that there were a group of girls just hanging around  a fountain. She unlike Liz decided it would do them good to see if this mundane had a social life. Isabelle ran a hand through her black hair and gave a weak smile. The smile never touching her eyes. "Hey there girls â€¦.Do you happen to know where Brian Lockleaf would happen to be?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well why would you want to know? What are you his new girlfriend? Ehâ€¦you look â€¦tooâ€¦too fucking tomboyish to be with him."</span>The girls chuckled. Liz snickered at this and Isabelle gave a quick glare at liz.<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Samuel found himself resting against a lovely red velvet chair. It was smooth, and soft to the touch. There were two other females in the room with him. Both vampires who gained strength off his lovely tasting blood. Matter of fact he got off from the feel of their delicate sharp teeth sinking in to his bare skin. But tonight he had more pressing matters than to spend the rest of his day snuggling up to these precious little vampires. He could probably snap them in half without a second thought. As easy as if they were a twig on the side walk. His mind pondered this for only a second. The thought peaked his interest if only a little.<br/>"Ladies if you will do me the honor to stay here tonightâ€¦I promise you will be safe. As for me I have some â€¦business to take care of." His voice was a lull, as if he was trying to make the vampire girls swoon at him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh master â€¦whatever you say. We would wait here a lifetime for you."</span>Both females swooned their voices like heartless glass to him. How much he wanted to be rid of them. But then he wouldnâ€™t be able to have any fun after his little excursion tonight. With that he stood up from the chair his naked body glistening in the sun. He walked over to his dresser and slipped on a pair of boxers, blue jeans that were just right for him, and a black hoodie over his body. There was never a need for any other shirt when it came to him. Simply, because werewolves are always at top heat. Meaning they are always sweating whether its winter , or summer.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"yes yesâ€¦please keep yourselves entertained with the toys in this room. "</span>He waved his hand around the room. As if there was enough stuff to keep two vampires well busy. He shrugged and walked out of his room, then out to the hallway. Then exited the house spinning the keys that he had grabbed off the key rack earlier. They jangled in his hands. There was a nice Ferrari waiting for him parked. He walked over to the red Ferrari, opened the doors, started the engines allowing it to purr like a baby kitten for a few minutes. Then he pulled out of the drive way heading for the nearest down world tavern that would hold the next pandemonium club meeting. He wondered what kind of helpless fools they would turn in this time. Whether it be demon, or human.