Role: a demon, a thief, a cowboy, big beef

Age: Looks 23, but is around 200 in Earth years… he can’t be bothered to be precise, especially when time runs differently in hell.

Sexuality: homosexual

Appearance:

Rico considers himself lucky to get a good draw in the looks department, lucky to not be a hideous garbled monstrosity like some demon creature. He's human… for the most part.

His tanned bronze skin and vaguely Hispanic features may be uncommon traits but are hardly his most noticeable features. Tall at six and a half feet, he's thickly muscled and brawny, with a well-sculpted Olympian physique that he bears with a proud swagger. All masculinity and hard edges, with the only feminine feature being the long, fluttery lashes that frame his eyes. His dark eyes shift hues depending on his mood - jet black in his usual, calmer state, brightening to mahogany when he’s excited and glowing brimstone when his ire is evoked.

Bronze bull horns protruding from a mass of dark hair, giving a somewhat comical touch to his otherwise hardened seriousness. A demon he may be, but one ought not to mistake them for the horns of a goat. Above his rump, there extends an ox tail to match, a golden-brown, shaggy-furred appendage with a black tail-tip. His distinctly bovine features have earned him the playful epithet “cowboy” from some.

His lack of shapeshifting or illusion abilities means it's an annoyance to conceal his beastly appendages. He wears a modified buffalo hat with holes for his horns to poke through, while his tail is hidden beneath baggy clothes.

Personality: Rico’s pushy, brash, impulsive like a bull, full of machismo swagger and fuckboy energy. More reckless than true courage, he's not one to take no politely. With a chaotic, aggressive whirlwind nature, it amuses him to intimidate others.

He's a rambunctious rule-breaker with an animal wildness that dares for an attempt to tame him, though it's surprisingly easy to subdue him with food or some interesting trinkets. He may be domineering and proud, but cruel he is not.

Despite his riotous tendencies, his mood's not terribly fickle, and he keeps his cool well under pressure. Though gentler and more protective of those he knows, he has the tendency to treat those he takes a liking to as playthings. His curiosity and friskiness is unbefitting of one his age. When faced with someone of interest, he'll prod them with questions until he squeezes every last word out, as if in some awkward, never-ending icebreaker game.

Get close, and one might chip away at his mysterious intents to reveal some hidden insecurities. He'd never let go of his pride though, and would rather try to pass off his fears and weaknesses as minor hindrances.

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Backstory (demon version):

Rico’s memories of his origin are fuzzy. He has this vision, a dream of sorts, in which he spawned in hellfire, crawling out of an egg, one of thousands laid by a mother demon on a Satanic solstice. God knows whether this is true or not, for he may as well have been a human who traded their soul for immortality, had their memory wiped and replaced with false engrams - a phenomenon not unheard of in the realms of the supernatural. Regardless of the makings of this demon, he's been left to fend on his own for as long as he can remember, though without necessity for food or water, there was hardly anything to be done but debauchery.

Contrary to what humans have been told, hell is fun - at least before judgment day comes, and at least for the demons involved. In this lawless wasteland, Rico was always living on the edge both figuratively and literally on the edge of the demon realms, where he's witnessed the passing of too many souls in through the gates of hell and none out. If they can get away from the viciousness of the meaner demons, he's helped introduced them to some good-natured hedonism.

After being brought to Earth through a demon summoning gone wrong, he subsequently escaped his captivity and was free to wander as he pleased. To be more precise, he helped swapped out for another, more coveted demon, an archduke of hell. The exchange rather displeased demon royalty and cost him old allies. Rico was quick to lose his homesickness and since then, he’s been living the life of a vagabond, train-hopping, loitering around, and general caprices in the human world. With plenty of time, he’s picked up a few actual skills along the way, such as polyglottery and woodworking among other things, but he’s no stranger to committing criminal deeds, and of course his biggest vice - lust.

Backstory (cowboy version):

Other: As a demon, he smokes and does some other substances.

Name: Russet “Russ” River

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Role: a knight, a guard, a wanderer, a protector.

Sexuality: bisexual

Appearance (centaur): Russet’s an unusual centaur - one with the body of a stag rather than a horse - a cervitaur, to be precise. Ruddy colored fur . His animal half is a hybrid of red deer and fallow deer, a stocky body with ruddy-brown fur speckled with a few flakes of ivory-white. Golden honey-colored accents coat his rump and legs.

Medium-sized antlers form a jagged crown above his thick mass of wavy auburn hair. Tall and graceful, Russet has a lean but well-muscled torso. Dark hazel eyes observe watchfully beneath thick lashes and a strong brow ridge. He has a Roman nose and noticeable cheekbones, as well as a tanned, light brown complexion.

Appearance (human): Tall and graceful, Russet has a lean but well-muscled torso. Dark hazel eyes observe watchfully beneath thick lashes and a strong brow ridge. He has a Roman nose and noticeable cheekbones, as well as a tanned, light brown complexion.

Personality: Reserved and stoic, Russet does his best to present a chivalrous aura, noble despite his plebeian upbringing. speaks brusque gruffness sips through, though not rudely. He’s lawful, obedient, loyal to the court, an upstanding example of servitude - so far. He tries to keep his feelings locked away and out of the way of his duties, but his impulsiveness and stubbornness gets in the way sometimes. Still, Russet can be gentler than one would expect judging from his stony exterior.

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Other: Russet was originally conceived as an idea for a character contest, but I grew too attached. He was also one of those characters I accidentally erased during my great iCloud purge. I had to revive him from scratch a year later, and by then I'd forgotten most of his personality - only his looks remained.

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Interview questions:

Julian "Ramiel" Winslow ~~~

Gender: male

Age: 300

Role/Faction: Angel, Knight

Sexuality: homosexual

Appearance:
What better word to describe Ramiel’s appearance than angelic. Not the lordly, awe-inspiring, blindingly holy angelic of the canon Bible, but the colloquial angelic that connotes a gentle, pretty face of innocence. A perfect yet earthly beauty unbefitting of an angel - useless physical traits that only serve as a temptation for vanity and sin.
Age-wise, he appears as a young man near the end of his teen years, if translated to human terms of time. Ramiel resembles an Erotes, with pale, unblemished skin and a pleasantly shaped face framed by chocolate colored curlicues of hair. His beauty is further accentuated by scintillating cerulean blue eyes and rosy lips.
His disproportionately large white wings, lined with generously thick rows of downy fluff, dwarf the rest of his body. When not in battle, he sticks to traditional clothing - plain, flowing white robes or togas that remind him of better times in heaven.

Personality:
Ramiel can be summed up as trusting and sweet. His words, though succinct, convey an strong cheerfulness, an excessive sincerity that borders on naivety. Indeed, Ramiel’s wandering spirit has never been the most obedient nor the most cautious.
For all his affable clinginess, he’s not easily heartbroken. He’s gotten used to heartbreak, for an endless lifespan means ever more chances for people to come and leave.
Ramiel’s a lover, not a fighter, but he’ll do anything to win back the Divine Being’s favors and redeem his fallen grace. His fall from grace has never shook his perpetual awe of the world. The cruelties and deviancies he’s witnessed are all fever dreams to him, ill hallucinations. Optimism's a potent drug. He's drawn to the goodness of life like a moth to a light, a symptom of the escapism he's come to settle upon when tragedies are too harsh and numerous to face. Ramiel's firmly placed his trust in a happy ending and justice for all. A zealot through and through, his service can be overbearing and self-sacrificing, a trait that allows others to step all over him, yet, it’s been impossible to grind down his self-esteem. Despite his open-hearted confessions, the reasons for this devotion are an enigma, even to his Samael.

Power:
Ramiel’s dominion is the world of sleep and dreams. His crooning siren song can imbue someone with drowsiness; he lures one to sleep while singing the promises of sweet dreams. Ramiel can’t actually give dreams or even tamper with their happenings, but he can dreamwalk, striding silently into others dreams to witness the scene unfold as he watches unbeknownst like a ghost. At his enemies’ most defenseless moments, he hopes to glean secrets of their subconscious. Everyone has nightmares, and as strange and nonsensically outrageous dreams can be, he might perchance catch a glimpse of one’s true fears.
Each day, Ramiel can conjure one random, chance item from a dream - anything non-living and non-autonomous. Most times, he fishes up some trivial, but interesting object. Out of darkness, matter will be formed out of nothing, only to dissolve into dust by the end of the night, as if on loan on borrowed time.

Strengths:
+ Agility is one of his strong suits, honed in large part from his desire to avoid physical harm. He’s capable of acrobatics as good as any Olympian gymnast, if not better.
+ Ramiel’s a talented vocalist with a powerful, yet ethereal voice. Not surprising considering he used to sing in the Divine Being’s choir.
+ His wings don’t feel as much pain as they ought to. Perhaps due to all that fluffiness, perhaps due to something else.

Weaknesses:
- He is loathe to fly at any elevation above 10 meters. In fact, he dislikes flying at all and is clumsy in the air, curling his wings around his body as if they could shield him from the whipping wind or cushion him from a fall. His wings are more often used as a boost for jumps and aerial tricks.
- Sensitive and clingy, Ramiel can’t stand to be left alone. It’s an annoying habit of his to stick to anyone he can, even if he may not engage in conversation.

Fears:
~ Falling, and by extension, flying. What’s more pathetic than an angel afraid of flight?
~ Being unloved, abandoned, misunderstood - common fears, but nonetheless poignant. Fortunately, Samael will always have his back, right?

Other: Ramiel is vaguely based off this wolf OC of mine: https://postimg.cc/Xrd2zpTV (Art by #159913)
So sad this wolfie doesn’t have wings like his brother.

My pretty Icarus.

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Darren "Samael" Winslow

Gender: male

Age: variable, but he always dies young.

Sexuality: bisexual - heteroflexible demisexual to be precise, though he’d coldly say something along the lines of “I’ll love who I love“ if asked.

Appearance:
Although his facial structure handsomely resembles Ramiel’s, Samael looks a decade older, his face stony and weathered with hardened lines like oceanside cliffs, With tawny dull blonde hair in a perpetual mess, left just a tad too long, and scruff on his jaw, he could pass for a movie star in a Western. His eyes hold a trace of wistfulness, tumultuous as the deep seas but shallow in color, a uniform seafoam hue of pale green-blue. His wings look considerably darker than his brother’s, a trait useful for camouflaging among the demon ranks. Dark grey streak through mottled dark cream feathers, creating a gritty, almost muddled impression.
Samael’s figure is tall and muscular but unassuming, not a particular standout among the angelic ranks.*

*Gold sigils of curlicues lace around his forearms like tattoos, writhing and glowing brightly on the rare occasions he loses control of his emotions.

Personality:
Samael gives off the impression that he’s trying to be cheery or amused, but is too tired to pull it through successfully. His radiance of happiness is dampened by clouds of indifference. Coolly nonchalant in his mannerisms, he does a superb job of feigning apathy. He helps around if he can but lacks a charm or passion; his heart seems someplace else. Beneath that languid, serene veneer, one might catch a glimpse of sadness, worry, and more.
Knowledge is a burden. Samael’s mind rattles with thoughts, fraught with worries and confusion. He’s prone to falling into deep pensive ruminations where it’s easy to get tangled in melancholy and anguish over wrongdoings both big and small. All this anxiety has fostered a bitterness as potent as any demon’s and a vengefulness, that, even in the name of justice, comes dangerously close to crossing the line into merciless bloodthirst.
Samael has had plenty of practice honing his deceptive nature, and lies by omission or feigning ignorance are just the basics of the tools that make him adept at keeping secrets.
Here’s his biggest secret: no trait is steadfast and unshakeable as his undying loyalty to his brother. No, it shouldn’t be healthy to have a large chunk of one’s personality revolve around someone else, but no one ever said Samael had a healthy state of mind. His heart overflows with a sickly kind of love, not necessarily possessive, but certainly overprotective and obsessive. Samael goes farther than the old saying “his happiness is my happiness” -- Ramiel’s principles are his principles.

Power:
Samael is a reaper of memories, though the disdainful would call him a thief. With a touch, he can glimpse his victim’s memories and siphon out them out, transferring them into his own mind. The longer the skin-to-skin contact, the greater the length of the memories he can take. The biggest drawback to this ability is his imprecision at choosing which memories to steal. Having to sift through such sheer quantity of information means some of his attempts amount to mere pilfery, and he’s left with mere random snippets of everyday life. While his powers are activated, his target won’t feel any different than usual, unless they have a mind-related power of their own. No signs of textbook amnesia or confusion will show, but that engram will simply have vanished from their consciousness.
Samael carefully archives his collection, shelving engrams in the far corners of his labyrinth of a mind. He’s created barriers within his mind, even placing false memories as traps in order to protect his inventory and shield himself from any prying inquiries. He can replay stolen memories as many times as he wishes, show them to others like a film, store them into physical objects, or dispose of them at will, but his control of his own memory is as limited as anyone else’s.

Strengths:
+ Samael is strong and overwhelming in pure physicality, possessing the precision and speed of a well-trained sword fighter.
+ An excellent swimmer, a handy trait he picked up while in Elsewhere.
+ He’s got keen memory skills of his own, a near photographic memory.

Weaknesses:
- Ramiel’s his anchor to reality, his purpose in life. Every cliche of the loved one as weakness applies. He’d gladly sacrifice himself if it were for his brother’s gain.
- It’s possible he may mistake some of the stolen memories as that of his own.
- He’s seen a lot of bad shit, and the emotional baggage has made him weary. Temperamental beneath his cool demeanor, he’s in a constant gripe with suspicion and annoyance. Plagued by anxiety, his state of mind cracks under the weight of increasing pressures, growing more fragile by the day. He’s paranoid of danger and betrayal, rightfully so, but that doesn’t make his life any easier.

Fears:
~ Losing his brother is his greatest fear.
~ He winces at the music of angels… he doesn’t want a reminder of those bittersweet times. He doesn’t want a reminder of his own singing voice.

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Theme Song: TIMESINK - Lorn

Other:

1. If Samael had to choose a human occupation, he’d be a marine biologist. The oceans contain much of the most fascinating and unique creations.

2. Samael is vaguely based off this wolf OC of mine: https://postimg.cc/QBD6Gj3c (Art by #159913)
I’ve had these boys for a long time but only fleshed them out today.

Name: Luca

Age: 22

Gender: male

Sexuality: bisexual with a preference towards males. Demisexual too, if that matters.

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Name: Atticus "Rat"

Age: a few years older than the Cat

Role: a vampire, a werewolf, a gangster, anything in the dark.

Gender: male

Sexuality: straight

Appearance: Atticus is short but not insecure.

Personality: disgusting, deceptive, scheming skeeving rat. Okay, maybe extreme.

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Backstory: kicked a lot of people on the upwards climb...

Theme Song: Halibut Acid - AFX

Other: Might use him in a book. Dunno what the plot could be about. I just love the characters and setting though.