Name: Rose I. Thorn
Sexuality:Bi (more towards guys though)
Age:16
Looks: Goldish straight hair that goes down to her waist, emerald eyes, slender, skinny, pretty as hell, wings are fluffy and white.
Wears: White crop top with a gold spiked collar, black min-skirt
Personality: Is considered a bad girl, has lots of attitude, other angels say she needs to be tamed
Name: Agtharak
Sex: No definable one, though takes on a male appearance most commonly and uses male pronouns.
Sexuality: Asexual
Age: [in reality] 2,000 years, [in humanoid appearance] 18
Looks: When trying to blend in with the crowd, Agtharak has straight, black hair that is short and doesn't reach far past his ears. The front of his hair is in a plain middle part into bangs that reach just around the end of his chin, making it the longest part of his hair. He's around 175 cm tall with broad-ish shoulders and an over rectangular body shape. Mesomorph. His skin is pallid and he has dark marks underneath his eyelids, causing some passerby's to think he's ill. His eyes are uninteresting and a dull shade of ice-blue. His face has naturally down-turned features, giving him the look of someone who would apologize for apologizing.
However, in his true form, Agtharak has large, bony wings that sprout from his back, and he thins out significantly. His stomach region becomes thin enough that his rib-cage makes a clear appearance between where it ends and where the stomach area begins. His hair is slimy and clumpy, as well as black down to his shoulders. His skin becomes ghostly blue, and the skin of his wings are close to navy blue. Though, as one would suspect of large wings made of skin and bone, and such a thin body, Agtharak is unable to fly, and does not go places very fast when they are out. His hands are long and bony in that form, and his nails reveal themselves to be way overgrown, curling slightly like rakes. His lip area becomes nonexistent, showing fowl and unkempt teeth that seem to never part, though when they do, a tongue reveals itself, blue like when you eat a blue raspberry Airhead candy. And when you catch the singular exhale that Agtharak takes, you smell the stench of thousands of tortured people. His feet are long and webbed and have toenails as grossly long as his fingernails.
Clothing: [Humanoid form] He usually just wears some boring button-up shirt and a coat. Either khakis or black dress pants always accompanied by a thick, brown, leather belt. Wears leather dress shoes to go with all this, a silver watch, and a red scarf just to accent his background character style.
[True form] Just some dirty rags that hang onto his hip bones and drape down to around knee-level. Some people like to speculate that the rags were made from potato sacks.
Personality: Doesn't really know what's a joke or not, but can tell sarcasm decently. On a day-to-day basis, Agtharak is quite stoic and outwardly unresponsive to emotions or events. Often carries the appearance of not caring-even if he does. Quick to speak up and refute someone's point if he feels that so needs be done, and often has a sharp tongue that refuses to put anything sweetly. Determined when given a goal and is usually merciless to those who get in the way of it. Friend or foe. Confident in his own words and the words of those that he puts his faith in, and once earned, it becomes apparent that Agtharak can be quite loyal.
(Hope he's alright! <:)
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Agtharak wandered around the bleak, grey streets of an Earth city. It wasn't wintertime, but it was so much colder than the depths of hell that he was used to, so he wore quite a few layers. Leaves fell from a tree and onto his head, and he looked up to the source of them. It was a maple tree with large, amber leaves. 'So this is what humans call autumn,' his brain spoke. One could say it was a truly peaceful time, but for Agtharak, it was merely troublesome. Every demon that roamed the Earth was there for two reason: they were lost, or they were on a mission. And sure enough, Agtharak wasn't lost.
His mission was to retrieve aimless souls and lost demons and bring them to their place within the Underworld. Tedious, seeing that they organisms being searched for could be found literally anywhere, even on rooftops he couldn't fly up to. Furthermore, he wasn't the only one looking. There was always an angel looking too. To guide the unfortunate souls to the realm up above and slaughter the lost demons on sight. Each soul that Agtharak failed to retrieve/each demon he failed to take back was a hefty cut to his pay. More for the leader to take part in, all the more envy for Agtharak to have. After all, his leader was gluttonous and greedy, but even still, frightening when enraged.
He looked around and in the distance he saw a figure that almost appeared as if it were glowing. It wouldn't do so to the human eye, in fact, angel's had a way of making it so it seemed like the never appeared in the human realm at all. So it just had to be an angel that Agtharak's green eyes found in the distance. He quickly shuffled into an alleyway, deciding to take the back roads, just as to stay out of the angel's sight. In no way was he looking for a conflict, a battle right then and there, especially when demons can only change their appearance to walk the Earth. No way. He continued his soligavant path in the dark paths and eventually saw an aimless soul. It was laying on the ground, the appearance it took was that of a woman split in two. Agtharak tilted his head at the sight and sighed, "how pitiful". He began to lean down to pick it up.
“Not so fast mister. Put your hands where I can see them.”, Rose said harshly. She stepped in front of the dude and smiled a cocky smile. Rose then felt a surge of pain in her neck from her collar which burned her. She fell to the ground with an yelp. She knew that she was being punished for something she had done earlier. She had done a lot of things that was… bad this morning so it was kinda hard to narrow it done. Whatever it was, maybe collecting this creature on the ground would help soften the punishment her master would have in store for her. Her master was one of the cruelest angels known. Rose looked up at the guy and said weakly, “D-Don’t move…..” SHe struggled to get up and fell down again.
"Hah," Agtharak laughed– though monotone–, stepping on and over the angel and taking the hand of the soul. He lifted the being to his height and whispered to the soul the release chant that he always recited for all the years he
"You will not be free, but you will be mine. To Hell you belong, and in Hell you shall stay. Wrath will become all you are."
A red aura enveloped the soul and a loud groan echoed within the alley as it was torn apart. Once completely gone, Agtharak waved his hand and let out a loud sigh. He turned back to Rose, placing his hands on his hips and looking down his nose at her. He clicked his tongue at her as he stepped forward slowly.
"You shouldn't act so tough and confident," he warned, "especially when you're at risk of being taken down at any given moment." He cocked his head to the left and continued to stare at her. His emerald eyes caught onto the gold collar Rose wore. He saw burn marks underneath it. 'This is how they pull her strings,' he thought, nodding slowly, 'she's remarkably more like a dog than an angel.'
He sighed again and shook his head, showing great disappointment. "I should kill you," he stated, "but I'll spare you today. You may not be so lucky next time we meet. Any words before I leave you here?"
Rose's collar burned even more now. She started choking because the collar was tightening. She reached out and grabbed his foot. She could barely make out the words, "H-Help me..p-please!" She whimpered and let go. Rose was trying to fight to stay awake.
Agtharak's eyes narrowed slightly at the angel. It was a pathetic sight, a being that couldn't even take her own punishment. His knees lowered to he ground to make reaching the angel an easier task. He slightly morphed his hand so that it was nothing but blue bones and raven black claws. His bones clacked slightly when they came in contact with the gold and a red aura enveloped the collar as his eyes flashed red.
"Cease!" he belted; the collar loosened and cooled down significantly. The demon let out yet another hefty sigh and stood back up. His hand re-enveloped itself with flesh and skin and his nails returned to their normal shape and colour. He dusted off the knees of his pant legs while keeping a sharp eye on the angel.
"You're quite pitiful," he spoke, "if you're going to do things worthy of punishment, handle the punishment without whining like an abused dog. You ignite more annoyance in me than the screams of tortured souls."
Rose could breathe again. She looked up at him with a softer expression and slight smile, "T-Thanks…" But then he had to open his mouth and say those things. She stood up quickly, swaying slightly at first from dizziness, and glared at him, "I don't belong to anyone to get that straight!" She winced at expectancy of the collar hurting her because of the lie but continue when nothing happened. Rose spoke less harshly though, not wanting to scare the only person that had helped her. She flipped her hair back with attitude, "And yes I know I'm annoying. What do you think got me in this position?" Rose sighed, "I have no where to go now. Nowhere, noone, nothing."
"Don't lie to me with such shaky confidence," he warned, "I don't appreciate liars." He walked closer to Rose and placed a steady hand over her jawline. "I know more about you than you even think I do, Rose. I've been around for centuries upon centuries, observing angels. Including you, Chihuahua."
He released her chin and began to turn and walk away, he glanced at his watch and clicked his tongue. The fiasco certainly managed to through him off schedule. "Watch your back, Rose, I won't always do it for you. Oh and," he continued, "the name's Agtharak. Remember it." He waved his hand and disappeared in a poof of blue-grey smoke.
He arrived in an office building, it would be difficult to get around there as an intruder, he'd either have to expend his power to distract them, or go around being as stealthy as he possibly could. He chose the latter, with too much use of his power, he wouldn't be able to hide his true form very well. What a truly horrid sight it would be.
But as he walked, his mind kept wandering to the yelp and writhing of the angel girl. Something about it bothered him. It was her fault she was being punished… but maybe if Heaven was like it was before, things would be different. Since when did angels become so sickeningly cruel..?
Agtharak…… Rose kept that name in mind as she stalked through the alleys not quite knowing where to guy. As she was walking she bumped into a guy who right away threw her against a wall and put a knife up to her throat. She smiled and kicked him in the stomach. She got him on the ground and was about to fly away when she saw 4 more guys coming towards her, "You got to be kidding me!" She was fighting them exhaustly. She knew she wouldn't last forever. That's when they got her. They pinned her down. "What do we have here?….A pretty one…", said the leader.
Agtharak snuck through the building by ducking around corners with a swiftness and keeping his dark apparel around as much of his body as possible. Every now and then, someone would notice him, and he'd have to quickly send them off with an "I'm new here." The horrid smell of his blood-tainted breath enough to make them gag and fall to the ground, violently pale. But of course, he didn't kill them. There was no reason.
He made it up to the rooftop where a lost demon stood, staring at the sun and hissing, quite annoyingly too. It acted it were a vampire rather than demon. His mouth opened to speak, but he was consciously of what he was going to say. Pathetic. He shivered at it, realizing that he was practically a broken record. A simple doll with a voice box that always said the same two phrases. He wondered when his voice box would finally break.
Dismissing the thought, he walked carefully over to the demon, though he was sure that it would be duly hard to hear him over the hissing. He placed a hand atop the demon's red shoulder and gripped it tight. "Vanish!" he commanded, and surely so, the demon poof-ed away, leaving a small string of smoke in it's disappearance. Thankfully, it wasn't an aimless soul. Agtharak did not have even a shred of enough patience to speak his release chant once again.
He turned around to see Rose being held captive by five people from his vantage point. His distance was far too great to observe gender, skin complexion, or even height. But either way, he decided to head down and see that things were sorted out. Her took a few steps back from the edge of the roof, then jumped off with a running start. The rapid change in altitude disoriented his human form for a moment, but he managed to quickly shake it off. He walked up to the group casually, speaking in a calm tone; his face was practically made out of stone.
"So," he began, "what's going on here?" He had no fear of these people, as they all seemed quite weak. And being quite frank, if Rose had just been the obedient dog she was supposed to be, she'd have no fear of them either.
The leader turned around, "Well is this your little hero?" Rose growled, "Get out of here! I can handle this my-" One of the guys punched her in her nose and it started bleeding. She tried to use her powers but for some reason she couldn't. "I…could use a little help."
Agtharak looked down and observed his humanoid form at the use of the word little. Admittedly that form of his was much shorter than his true form, but he certainly wasn't little. His face twisted slightly with offense. He walked up to the leader, grabbing them by the arm and pulling them down to meet his eyes. His green ones stayed stable against the eyes of the leader, before quickly flashing red. The leader didn't even flinch.
'Quite some nerve this one has,' Agtharak thought, letting go of the arm of the leader. He walked past the other four people there and stood in front of Rose, facing her. His own words rung in his head, you may not be so lucky next time we meet. Truly a bother, but he decided to defend Rose one more time. He wasn't invincible and he knew it, but surely he still could take down the group of five. Even if only temporarily.
Agtharak turned to face the group of attackers and unhinged his jaw as if he were a snake. A rumble started up in his throat and came out of his mouth as a loud, dissonant roar. The vibrations caused the walls around them to begin to crumble and with this, he took Rose's hand, proceeding to run. His placed a hand on his head and winced, he was expending too much of his power at once and it was beginning to take a toll.
He whipped around the corner with angel girl and promptly collapsed upon stopping, though still conscious. He glared at Rose from his spot on the ground and hissed. "You're pitiful," he repeated for the nth time that day.
"Thanks….",She shook her wings out and quickly hide them, "Maybe….maybe I could help you and hang around?" She looked at the floor awkwardly. Other than this plan she had no idea where she would go.