Introduction

Aoens ago, in an age long forgotten to history and legends, at a forbodding hour on a choosen day, each of the worlds volcannos errupt with angry molten fire and ask so black it would black out the Celestial light that nourished this rich world that had long been persearved for mortals to live and thrive. With the Hellfire came the horde spewing down the montains with a joyous roar for they're were rich lands for the taking. An adundance of mortal souls to ravage and pillage and feast upon! Cries of agony to seranade and blood to bathe in!

The 6th Rebellion of the nether-realms, places so cold the they burned or so hot only the truly wicked could endure while the innocent.. They're are only hushed rumours lost on the breeze about what happen to those tragic cases.

The Celestial Heavens were'nt about to let this masacre sweep across they're blue jewel turning all to vapour and dust. The darkness broke in brilliant golden beams of light and the Angels descended in all their brilliant glory. Each Army was lead by a brave and pure battle-princess crowned with a brilliant midas halo.

And so battles raged across the continents for 40 days and nights. The fury and lust of the hell spawn smashing with the controlled temperance of the Angels. Each a victory in the end but none of them so costly as one the Angel's leader earned.

Maxima met the largest, most ravenous of the horde's on and above the eastern plains. Obsidian and Celestial steal clashed blood was spilled and her numbers were dwindling too quickly. So the Battle-Angel commanded all her troops retreat and let the demons crash and buckle against their shields. All except for the Battle Angel herself fought on the defensive. Her Majestic wings proppelled her over the choas and straight toward the General's themselves, un-namable demons that even terrorised the dreams of the heavens themselves. All six powerful, terrible servants to their destructiveness, lust, sadism and greed.

Maxima too was powerful. The only Angel with full mastery of all the elements even the hellfire flickered under her will. Yet mastering these forces meant neglecting sword and shield. So she deflected with her wand and when that was knocked from her hand, with her gaunlets. The fight was long and hard, but the Angel knew the further the horde pushed forward from the lords and ladies of darkness, the more disorganised they became. The more they succumbed to their nature and became easy for her remaining heroines to scythe down.

She managed to thin the numbers of the 6 generals to four. But the longer the struggle raged on the more her righteous anger gave in fatigue as each little nick of obsiden ripped through her virgin white uniform. Those little nicks gave way to solid blows that shock her to her core and buckled her body before the hungry, hatefilled gaze of the dark ones and the serenity that allowed her to battle gave way to fear and panic. Panic with only grew more crippling when the ground opened up into firey lava and she sunk to her knee before the lave frozen with a loud crack and a scream that pierced the heavens! It seemed like even earth she came to protect had foresaken her, but she still had the wisdom to know the longer she kept her foes occupied, the more of their beasts would fall. Even as they Ripped off her wings and took the winds needed to carry her soul back to her sisters when the death she was almost praying for after such unending torture finally came. If only it came.

The battle for this world was won miles away. While she was left alone and at the mercy of each petty fury manifest by high demon after high demon. They hook her purity and made her watch her halo being crushed under a clawed foot. And when she was sure their was no more left but mercy. When she begged. That's when the ground opened and swallowed her into the depths of who knows where.

Today, though some mortals still prey to the "Chained Goddess" as she's become known to a few, theAngels old enough to remember the Angel Maxima though are fewer still. Yet centuries later and she continues to live and breathe, suspended in a mortal coil by dark magics almost as tightly as the hooked chains hold her prisoner is fiery depths of the netherworld. For their was malice in the defilements she suffered as well as lust. In turn the took her innocense and purity so she could survive down in the depths of hell, where the dark ones had all the tools to extract her very and break it apart into the 4 natural elements and two celestial ones. Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Wisdom and Hope.

Cruelly they allowed her to keep her hope and so with generation she's allowed to appear to the choosen five purest of heart and inbue each with the crystalised remants of her soul. It's a cruel trick. To allow her watch her princess heir's fight to rid the world of evil and demonspawn only to each inevitably fail and join her and that hope turn to such agonising dispair!

Upon each generation, the purest of heart are choosen to be imbued with the powers of the elements. Fire (Sailor Ruby), Water (Sailor Sapphire), Wind, (Sailor Emerard) and Earth (Sailor Topaz), all lead by the imperious and angelic Sailor Diamond!

It had many years since the last sailor soldier disappeared, and then... On a choosen day. All five returned and started fighting back against the evil and corruption in the hearts of men and monsters!

Each is a capable and athletic martial artist, capable of holding their own against all but the strongest foes. Each can draw on and control their respective elements. As a full team they compliment on another to make an unstoppable fighting force!

WEAKNESSES

It's so rare for them to be able act as one. With so much evil in the world, they often have to act alone to face multiple threats.

For all their power and resilence, they feel pain like normal girls

They're power's are linked to the respective gem stones incorporated into their costumes. Destroy them and you left with a girl in a costume, not a heroine.

Generally speaking, I'm not here for overt sex unless its weaponised as a way to degrade me. I prefer fights that turn into one sided torture sessions. Sure I can fight back alot to keep things from getting boring or the rp from getting into a stale rut, but ultimately I want to victimised by someone with the ability to make imaginative, richly described stories with me. If that sounds like you please do say "Hi!" :)

DISLIKES AND LIMTS.

Don't be too pushy or too weird too early.

If you are someone that likes quick one line posts, that's great but we probably wont mesh well in rp.

I don't have alot of limits but that doesn't mean phoning in a story wont ruin a story for me. I get frustrated when a partner wants to strip me when we just started. A big part of my kink is tactile love of clothing and fabric.. I can lose my clothes for sure, but it doesn't have to happen right away. Be patient and earn it!

As for the limits I have; Here they are

Animals (monsters are ok though)
Submissive men
Poop
Tickling
Kids
People that don't read profiles :D

LIKES

Good Story
Bukkake
Bodily fluids
Verbal Abuse
Torture
BDSM
Beatings
Dirt
Costumes/clothing
Weapons
Executions
Death
Degradation
Dispair
Physcological/emotional abuse

I guess that sums me up. Any questions... Just ask!

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