forum Hell's Requiem, Heaven's Choir #2 (Closed OxO, High Fantasy, Dark)

Started July 31, 2023 by @Null-Gravity language

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Here we are.

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Personality

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Basic Info

Name (As a demon/angel): Arezias
Name (As a human): Ada Walker
Nicknames (Optional): N/A (Feel free to come up with any for the bastard, however.)
Age: 17
Gender (Biological): Female
Gender Identity: Agender
Pronouns: They/them

Appearance

Skin Tone: (Hex Color #edd4bb) with (Hex Color #f7e5e1) splotches across their head and body
Height: 4 ft. 3 in. /// 129.54 cm. (4 ft. 9 in. with boots)
Weight: 99.23 lbs. /// 45.009971 kg
Eye Color: Left Eye (Hex Color #00de1a) Right Eye (Hex Color #ff4fbe)
Hair Color: Same color scheme as eyes
Hair Style-

Body Type: Skinny w/ long legs (for someone who stands at about the height of a medium sized dog, at least), slim shoulders and long, dexterous fingers that are skilled at both making music and causing extreme amounts of chaos.
Identifying Marks (tattoos, scars, birthmarks, etc.): They are one giant identifying mark. They usually have a shit eating grin on their face, because, y'know. . . what's the point of life if you don't have fun?
Usual Outfit: Sleeveless (the sleeves were burned off a long while ago) black tee with a print of Slipknot's logo; baggy black pants studded with metal with 5 pounds of chains hanging from the belt loops; 6 inch black platform boots, colored with rainbows on the toes (with enough metal spikes on the toes to make a baseball bat jealous); black fingerless gloves; black beanie with a rose design.

Personality

Basic Personality (descriptive terms, such as "calm" and "kind" can work instead of a full personality description): In a word? friend. Gives no shits about societal norms, they talk and think the way the want to, consequences be damned. Verbal filter? Never heard of it. They say everything that's on their mind, for better or worse. . . usually for worse. They wear their heart on their sleeve (so to speak) and never look back with regret. They find interest in all things, tiny or big, from an ant to a rock to fantastic creatures like manticores or dragons. They can't sit still for the life of them. (Warning: introducing this one to caffeine is a bad idea. They've already found the wonders of sugary treats and the entire world regrets it.) Oh, and did we forget to mention they have no sense of direction? They also can't read very well. . . (This one will definitely be an issue.) They love food, no matter what culture it's from or whatever unique flavors it may have.
Sexuality: They're pretty sure sexuality was a cool bug they found last week. Or maybe it was the shiny rock?
Fears: The dark, closed off/tight spaces (which is ironic since they also love tight/closed off spaces because they allow for enhanced chaos), getting lost.
Hopes: Finding a new family
Motivations/Goals: Chaos.
Hobbies: Causing chaos, collecting things (including not very shiny things. Bones, concrete shards that have cool shapes, this weird little twig that looks kinda like a question mark. . .), finding cursed food combinations, sleeping
Talents: Starting fires, starting fights, causing chaos, eating (you'd be surprised just how much money this one will force you to spend to satiate their unending appetite. . . we don't talk about the Boar Incident of '21. Some things are never meant to be remembered. . .), sleeping (Olympic napper right here. Has been known to sleep through earthquakes and the occasional tornado)
Physical Conditions: N/A
Mental Conditions: ADHD, CPTSD
Backstory (optional): (Not quite yet.)
Other:

(Sorry it took me so long, I'll also keep updating him, but here he is!)

Basic Info

Name:
Angel: Callyxium
Human: Caelum Hesperos
Nicknames (Optional): Cael
Age: 18
Gender
Biological: Cismale
Identity: Male
Pronouns: He

Appearance

Skin Tone: Slightly tanned, EDAC69
Height: 5'10
Weight: 167lbs
Eye Color: Electric Blue - #7DF9FF
Hair Color: Pitch Black
Hair Style: Shaved on the sides, with a long top, usually braided or kept neatly in a bun.
Body Type: Overall, lean with some muscle. Sharp, defined features.
Identifying Marks (tattoos, scars, birthmarks, etc.): There are a few scars scattered on their body, but the most noticeable one is on his right outer thigh, it starts at his hip and ends right before his knee.
Usual Outfit: Anything comfortable really, and gives off almost dark academia vibes. Will occasionally wear a corset if they feel like it.

Personality

Basic Personality: Cael is a surprisingly gentle person. Bright, trying to do the right thing, and is a terrible liar. He can easily get attached to things, and hold onto them with certainty. But he has a hard time holding onto those things, which has caused him to become withdrawn. Despite whatever hell lies in his mind, he tries very very hard to remain passionate, hard working, and- well here's the thing. He doesn't do well with doing things that could be considered morally… wrong? Growing up he believes that people are born a certain way, it's hard to change that. He believes that there are specific ways to do things and gets very confused or upset when it doesn't go a certain way. He doesn't really come off as haughty… just kind of confused.
Sexuality: Presumably straight- but ya know. Maybe not.
Fears: Has a fear of small dogs, big dogs are fine. Little dogs are not. Terrified of large crowds. Needles. Spiders. Lightning/Storms.
Hopes: Just wants to live a quiet little life away from people.
Motivations/Goals: He isn't really sure. He doesn't know what he wants in life.
Hobbies: Loves collecting and reading books, star gazing, dancing (despite the social aspect he finds it rather fun), learning languages
Talents: Painting, playing the piano, dancing
Physical Conditions: He walks with a limp
Mental Conditions: CPTSD, Anxiety, Chronic Depression
Backstory (optional): Nope~ Not yet.
Other:

• Has a pit/lab mix named Vera, he absolutely adores her. Sweetest thing.

(Yeah, he is.)

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.