forum I Ought To Be Thy Adam (angels and demons)

Started October 09, 2020 by @ElderGod-kirky group

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Name: Valen
Gender: Male?
Looks: Valen stands at an unimpressive height of 5'6". He has silver hair that goes to his shoulders, which he usually ties back in a low ponytail or a bun. His eyes are a deep golden color, and slightly hooded. He is slim, and rather physically unimpressive. He has golden brown skin, bronzed by the sun. There is a long scar running from his hairline, between his eyebrows, skirting to the right of his nose, across the corner of his mouth, and down to his chin. Also has scars on his shoulder blades where his wings were.
Reason for fall: Valen was kicked out for being more of a… morally grey angel than a perfect angel. His solutions included things that God seemed sinful, and so Valen was cursed to walk the earth, not a demon but no longer an angel. In addition, he had gotten into a fight with another angel, who gave him the scar. (Other angel is an ex-lover who's still an angel, whoops–)
Powers: unknown

(cool cool, thanks)

Valen arrived at the bar with his silver hair tied back in an unobstrusive low ponytail. His hair was, admittedly, a bit strange. In low enough light, it almost seemed to glow, especially when only glimpsed from the corner of the eye. If you looked close, it just looked like silver hair, but a quick glance and it glowed. It was a strange visual contradiction, a trick of the senses that most didn't or couldn't catch, just dismissing it as nothing. His scar was far more likely to draw strange looks from people, since he couldn't really hide it, no matter how he tried. He came into the bar and ordered a drink, only for the bartender's lip to curl up.

"This is a Whites only establishment." The bartender said, eyes flickering over Valen and his brown skin.

Valen adjusted the sleeve of his shirt. "Really? I didn't see a sign." He replied, trying not to lose his composure. His skin wasn't even that dark. Just dark enough for most to dismiss him as "not White".

"That's because most of your kind isn't stupid enough to stick their noses where they don't belong." The tender growled.

"My kind? Do elaborate." A smirk danced at the corner of his mouth. His kind? His kind? This man knew nothing of his kind.

The tender sneered. "You know quite well what I mean. Your kind might be stupid but I know you ain't this stupid."

"There's no sign nor rule barring me from the establishment. Now just give me a goddamn drink." Valen's hands curled into fists on the counter.

The bartender made a commotion, and the three of them turned to face him. A man with silver hair and golden brown skin was arguing with him, and…
"Goddammit, not again," Ozzie sighed, standing up. "I've told Don that as long as someone can pay, they can be let in. Michael must've just gone off shift, since he let you get a drink." He nodded towards Vera, whose skin was a warm brown. "I'll go make him simmer down."
Ozzie pushed through a crowd of drunken patrons and dancers alike to make his way to the two men.
"Hey, Don," Ozzie said, leaving against the counter. "I thought that Bobby told you about the policy we have here. If he can pay, he can drink. Simple as that. So unless you're looking to dust out, you outta follow it."

"Oh dear me," Emil breathed, turning his attention to the commotion just beside him and Varhmiel, "Not this again. Why is skin color so important to these barbarians?"

Mel sighed and stood up, digging into his coat pocket for a pure gold coin. His fingers let it twirl around and around. "Superiority and self-esteem issues," he muttered, then went up to the bartender. "Hey. Hey. Keep the racism out, would you?" He let his doom-and-gloom aura radiate, pulsing with his useless heartbeat. "Makes you seem like a shit person, and we can't have you out-doing me." He tipped his head, letting a cold and sharp smile spread over his face. "That's just not how this works."

Virgil kept their hold on the man, hoisting him onto the strong branches of the tree. Yet they couldn’t help but notice, the man seemed almost nervous, focused on the bag he had with him the entire time.
“What’s in there?” They mumbled, momentarily releasing their grip on him as they tried to reach forwards, into the bag. But those few moments were enough for him to wrangle free, push back and off the tree. They didn’t manage to get that high up, but it couldn’t have been a soft landing.
“Oh!” They exclaimed. “Are you alright?”

The man muttered something, maybe in mild pain, as he scrambled to his feet. “Woah, woah- what’s your name?” Virgil was interested in this human - there was something off about him, the way he acted. But maybe they were just jumping to conclusions. Again.
“..Heiko,” the man spoke after a moment. Now, Virgil couldn’t exactly confirm if that was the truth or not. It definitely was not a name from around here - or maybe he was from a family of immigrants. Still, the former angel nodded and decided to tell their own.

“Heiko, hm?” The man nodded. “That’s a nice one. Mine’s Virgil.”

Virgil was also probably not an extremely common name, but they were lucky enough they didn’t get one of those crazy long, impossible-to-pronounce-in-human-tongue names. At least Virgil was easy for most to speak.
“Where you headed?” Again, they left the confines of the tree.

“The town.” Heiko said, looking out in direction of it.
“Oh.” Heiko began to walk again, still keeping a cautious eye on them but seemingly eager to leave behind the strange person that he found in the shortcut. “Can I come with?”
“What?”
“Can I come with you? I don’t have much to do, plus you seem like a nice person…”
“I really shouldn’t-“
“Please?”
“..okay. But you’ve gotta listen to the rules, alright?”
“Okay!” They nodded, joining Heiko on the trail out of the trees and to the town. “Wait, what are the rules?”
Without looking at them, Heiko answered. “I’ll explain..”

Ozzie clamped his mouth shut as soon as the shorter man addressed Don.
"Yes, exactly that. Thank you," he said to him. "Drinks for you two on the house tonight, alright? And Don? If I catch you doing that again, you'll get sacked."
Don would have choice words about that, he knew, and Ozzie was not looking forward to hearing them.

Name: Soávi
Gender: Male
Looks: Pale as a man who’s never been outdoors, eyes like chips of blue ice, black tousled hair that never sits straight, body of a preteen.
Personality: Moody.
Reason for Fall: Never did, child of two fallen angels.
Powers: Causing destruction, making things darker, causing bad luck.