forum Hell's Requiem, Heaven's Choir (Closed OxO, High Fantasy, Dark)

Started July 24, 2023 by @Null-Gravity language

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(Here’s Roa in a nutshell- I’ll finish him at. . . Some point)

Basic Info

Name (As a demon/angel): Roazin
Name: (As a human): Roa
Age: idfk what to put here- 19?
Gender (Biological): Male He/Him

Appearance

Skin Tone: Pale, with the slightest gold dust on his arms, neck and face. He has a smattering of exactly 9 freckles on his face, four on each cheek and on on the bridge of his nose.
Height: 5’6
Weight: 143 lbs
Eye Color: Golden, with very small silver flecks
Hair Color: Onyx black. It looks like it sucks out the light in the space around it, it’s so dark (Though it doesn’t really)
Hair Style: Close to military standards, the sides and back shaved short, with about four inches on top. His hair is slightly wavy and always soft to the touch.
Body Type: He has narrow shoulders, chest and waist, with his hips rounding out slightly. He has leans muscles (And I can’t think of the rest yet-)
Identifying Marks (tattoos, scars, birthmarks, etc.): His eyes are the most identifiable thing about his, but he does have a tattoo of an eight pointed star on the right side of his neck (When looking straight at him)
Usual Outfit: Skinny jeans, usualy in a darker could with an old band t-shirt and a hoodie. He has high-top converse in ever color imaginable and will wear whatever color suits his mood for the day.

Personality

Basic Personality (descriptive terms, such as "calm" and "kind" can work instead of a full personality description): Around Strangers: Quiet; reserved; calm; collected. Around Friends Talkative, though still quiet; Usually will take the lead in any group project; Freely shares his feelings and opinions.
Sexuality: (Lets make him queer) Gay
Fears: (He’s supposed to have those? Lol) Solitude, darkness, falling in love
Hopes: To fall in love without fear, just live his life with no problems Though that’s not happening,
Motivations/Goals: Idk
Hobbies:
Talents:
Physical Conditions:
Mental Conditions:
Backstory (optional):
Other:

Everyone knew the systems were rigged.

Everyone knew that the strange ones would never make it Heaven, and the perfectionists would never be allowed near Hell. Those were, and always had been, the rules. Even since before the Jealous God's time, the God of Abraham.

So it came as a huge shock to Arezias when they found theirself - still in their punk clothes - in front of the pearly gates of "Paradise."

"Um. . . excuse me, what in the actual name of the Queen's saggy left tit am I doing here?" they ask in a very strong southern Manchester accent.

One of the angels looks up and freezes, standing up.

"That's what we want to know, ma'am," the angel says.

Male, average height. very cocky.

He was already pissing Arezias off.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" they reply snarkily, making it clear that they were, in fact, not identifying as a woman.

The angel draws hisself up.

"Oh," he says. "Well, I don't think you got the memo, but up here, you are what you are assigned at birth."

"So you're an asshole?" they quip.

The angel looks stunned.

"Ex- excuse me?" he asks.

"nothing, nevermind. Just let me in, will ya? I walked all the way here," Arezias laughs.

The angel sighs.

"Fine. You're here, even though it was a mistake. We'll be sorting you out soon," he waves, letting Arezias into the realm of angels.

Roa opens his eyes, groaning softly. He felt as if he was on fire, he felt as if it would never end. He sits up slowly, and his eyes gaze over his surroundings. A barren landscape, nothing in sight. The dirt was dry and sandy, plowing around in the hot, dry breeze. There was the occasional shrub, dead and dry dotting the landscape. His gaze lands on a set of doors. Nothing to the sides, just two doors, made from. . . Was that. . . Bone?

He shudders, and gets up, walking towards the gates. He’s stopped by what he’s assuming to be, a demon. “Oi, watch it, dickhead, you almost stepped on my tail.”

Roa blinks once, and looks down. A black, curling extremity was on the ground, clearly in the way. He looks back up, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—“

“Of course you didn’t mean. All you little angles are the same. Sweet, innocent and always sorry.” The demon flicks its tail, crossing its arms. “It’s disgusting, how innocent your kind is.”

Roa blinks, “Look, I-“

“Shut the Hell up and get your ass inside. I don’t have eternity to listen to you spew apologies ad apologies. You don;t belong here, but you’ll suffer until everything’s righted and the prick who was supposed to be here arrives and you can go to your stupid paradise or whatever.”

Roa blinks again and keeps walking towards the gates, silent.