aight so I'm not even sure this is gonna go well bc this guy's a little undeveloped and I haven't fully figured out his backstory, but that's okay because he's perfect for some gay. anyways, just gonna rate this mature to be safe, and I don't really have any rules lol

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YEET SWEET PARAKEET AND BEET TO THE BEAT OF A WHEAT THIN

IM DEA D

YOU'RE WELCOME F A M

IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EVEN BETTER IF IT WAS TEET INSTEAD OF THIN

WHEAT TEET
TEETLE
TITTLE
TITTY
TIDDIES
HAND EM OVER

OH MY G O D

N I P P L Y

S T O P

Whipity whop you need to stop.

Hippity hoppity, these tiddies are my property
I paid a full 2 goat for them
V expensive

w h y

anyways, back to soft boi and not my chaotic spirit

Name: Charles Thomas Calarook
Age: 26
Gender: Cis Male
Sexuality: Questioning, but probably bi or pan at this point
Species: Human?
Power(s): Jesus Scream
Looks: Soft blonde hair in a short undercut style, sparkly green-blue eyes, a fair amount of freckles, lightly tanned pale skin, warm/friendly smile. Soft-but-still-kinda-angular face/jaw and broad-ish shoulders. He has a tall, sturdy frame which accentuates his athletic build. 5'10", 187 lbs. Rather attractive with a sort of femininity and grace to him that accurately demonstrates his true gentle self. Looks almost identical to his father and absolutely hates it.
Outfit: Grey rectangular-framed bifocal glasses. When not in his scrubs, he usually has a semi-casual and comfortable style of nice sweaters, t-shirts with a variety of logos on them, jeans, vans-like shoes, belts, and a pristine silver watch. He doesn't particularly like dressing up, as that makes him look even more like his putrid father.
Personality: Confident but not at all prideful or cocky, very intelligent/clever, has plenty of common sense, creative, organized, curious, knowledgeable, flirtatious if someone does start flirting with him first, observant, charming, gentle, kind, caring, tries to manage his anger and negative emotions, introverted but not at all an extreme introvert, never wanting to ever become remotely close to his father.
Fears- Becoming a murderous monster like his father, killing a patient, his father or sister finding him, being a burden, being used
Likes- dogs, flowers, reading, helping people, exercising, cooking, baking, hanging out with nice people, friends, or family
Background: His father is a psychopath who tried to force Charles into the "family business" of torturing and murdering people. Eventually, once Charles was old enough, Kain tried to get him to kill the family cat, wanting him to get a taste of bloodlust, and causing Charles to start crying as Kain wrung the animal's neck right in front of him. At one time, Charles had freed several captives while Kain was away, which resulted in a week of punishment and torture, along with watching the captives he released to go through extreme torture and dying right in front of him. The scars of the aftermath had long since healed and faded with time. Kain finally disowned his son after discovering he was going to med school and becoming a doctor, but left him with the threat of a fate worse than death if he told anyone of the horrors he had witnessed in his home. He has many repressed memories and triggers because of this. His sister took his place, taking over the "family business" in his place and was cast out as weak.
Other: Has a ton of houseplants in his apartment. Is a resident doctor at a hospital. His mother is an incubus Demoness.

Name: Erro "Colossus" Dormin
Age: Looks to be about 21-22, actually almost tens of thousands of years old
Gender: Male? Though he doesn't feel he has a gender
Sexuality: Pretty much polysexual/pan
Species: Gate champion (original species)
Power(s): Shapeshifting, teleportation, necromancy, summoning, limited-time invisibility, super speed (has a cooldown time), able to talk to spirits and is multilingual (has the ability to learn languages just by hearing/seeing one or two lines)
Looks: Pale almost grey skin, light freckles, fluffy white hair w/ black tips that's short and sideswept over to the left, short aqua green horns with rings of stone around the base, aqua green eyes with the whites being black, relatively thin build normally, on the short side (around 5'7"), multiple black tattoos on his arms/back/neck that seem to be characters in an ancient language, thin spade-tipped tail with more stone rings around it, stone rings on his ankles and wrists
Outfit: Depends, casual outfit is usually sweaters/soft materials and hoodies, as well as sweatpants/cargo pants/comfy jeans with converse. Hero outfit consists of a poncho-looking thing that covers most of his right half and covers his neck, a medieval sweater-like thing, loose pants that tuck into stone armor that goes up to his knees, stone armor on his uncovered shoulder and hips. Always has his sword on him.
Personality: Innocent, easily confused by modern culture, has no idea what he's doing at this point, super soft and adorable and will look cute while kicking ass, often completely misses the actual meaning of things like euphemisms and dirty jokes, really just wants to help people
Other: Struggles often with a sort of dark power threatening to consume him (caused by the absence of the god he used to serve), lives in the same apartment complex as his unwilling best friend Connor, loves warm drinks, likes to randomly hug people because it's one of the best ways he can show his emotions without accidentally fucking up something, sometimes gets really depressed

Noice! Where to shall we yeet them? How shall they meet?

Hm…well, your “I found you hurt in an alley and you lowkey died in my living room” idea was good

yep

Erro stumbled through the alleyway, coughing up black blood as he clutched the somewhat deep gash in his side. There were shadowy figures stumbling slowly after him, dark spirits that often came to him when he was seriously injured. The alley was dark, save for the partly faded glow of his horns and eyes, his tattoos occasionally flickering with that same glow. Taking another step forward, his foot caught on a broken piece of pavement, and he crashed to the ground

Charles jerked upright and grew rigid as he heard a loud crash outside the back of his flat. He slowly moved towards the window, peering out into the alleyway and catching glimpses of some glowing things bumbling about below. "Probably a drunk party-goer. Better go help while they're still conscious," He mumbled to himself, quickly taking off out the door and down only one flight of stairs to reach the ground floor. In his haste, he also forgot to close the bottom floor door on his way out and around the back, searching for the poor, probably-lost person. "Hey, buddy! You alright back here?" Charles called out into the darkness, not noticing any sort of person or spirit lingering in the alleyway.

A few of the shadowy figures made some sort of annoyed noise before melting away, no longer in sight. Erro could only groan, wincing as he felt more blood drip from a new, small cut on his forehead. "H…Hello?" he called out weakly, feeling more blood begin to seep through his clothes, staining the ground below him. It was a good thing that it took a lot for him to bleed out