Fantasy Infernal - The Character Sheets

[Infab]

This is where players can post their characters, or character ideas, that they want to run by me. If I approve, I'll rate the post with a cookie! Easy, right?

Anyway, I'm gonna list some info below regarding the races that inhabit the realms of Hell, Heaven, and Purgatory (because we know what lurks in the mortal realm already.) They will be divided by their realms, and each race has its own neat quirks and abilities. Feel free to choose what you want! You can even play as a human if you want, either recently deceased or visiting from another universe!


HELL

Unaligned Demons
Unaligned demons are demons that live in Hell whom either have not chosen a Sin alignment from one of the Icons, were not born into an alignment, or are freshly converted Humans whom tried hard enough and achieved demonhood to escape their torture or servitude in Hell. Some humans are also turned into these of their own free will through demonic deals. Unaligned demons are fairly simple, as they basically just humans with odd colored skin and (usually) horns. There's really nothing special about them beyond them having the ability to move about Hell as they wished and venture to other realms. Its a rather mundane life, as most demons put it, as you lack the perks an aligned demon has. But you only owe the King of Hell your true allegiance.

Aligned Demons:
Aligned demons are those that have chosen to align themselves with a particular cardinal sin, or were born into their alignment. There are seven different types of aligned demons: Pride, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Greed, Gluttony, and Sloth. Each of these types of demons have an Icon that rules over them, whom answers to the King of Hell. To choose an alignment simply requires you to venture to the Icon of your chosen sin, and request to be made into a demon of that particular sin. The differences between aligned demons varies based on their sin alignment, and often aligned demons will find jobs and duties that follow along the path of their sin alignment. For example, Pride leads to corporate and political work. Lust leads to entertainment and the sex trade. Greed leads to banks and merchant work. Gluttony leads to the food industry. Wrath leads to some becoming athletes or soldiers. Some sin alignments can cross over into jobs of other alignments as well. You'll often see Greed and Pride demons working together in businesses. Lust and Envy mingle in the world of acting, with a sprinkle of Pride.

(If you need details on the traits of each type of aligned demon, just let me know.)

The Damned:
Humans whom were cast into Hell through a variety of means. Either divine punishment, deals gone bad (or completed deals), realm jumping without proper protection, the list goes on. They are usually used as a large workforce to keep Hell running, but a good chunk are also tortured as expected. Hell still has to do its job of punishing the wicked, of course. At least, that's what the Archangels say. Lucifer isn't around to correct them, and neither is the Divine One. Some Damned souls are able to break free of their shackles, either thanks to kind demons or through other circumstances. These freed Humans may travel Hell as they like (but not without some difficulty), or they may choose to become Unaligned or Aligned Demons.

Fallen Angels:
Angels that refuse to do the work of Heaven or disobey the will of the Archangels are often cast into Hell. These angels can often be found living out their long lives amongst the common demons of Hell, though they still stand out quite a bit due to their appearances and the blackened halo above their heads. They usually share mixed feelings about Heaven and the Divine One, most believing that the Divine One isn't coming back. They also often share the opinion that the Archangels are complete assholes, too.

HEAVEN

Angels:
The general workforce of of the heavenly plane, acting as servants, soldiers, workers, and so on. The divine caretakers of the blessed, making sure that their afterlives are as wonderful as they thought they would be. They are also the most overworked and stressed out beings in the heavens, as they are forced to work till everything is perfect in the eyes of the Archangels. Make the Archangels happy, and you make the Divine One happy. Wherever they are. Some of them have become quite jaded when it comes to the affairs of Heaven, and look for any kind of freedom they can get. Usually through work breaks or vacations. At least the Archangels allow those.

PURGATORY

The Reapers:
The Reapers of the Reaper Corps are the hands of Death, reaping the souls of the departed and bringing them to Purgatory to stay for a time until their judgement day. Then, said souls are sent to Heaven or Hell. The Reapers also act as a sort of police force, helping to maintain the boundaries between Heaven and Hell, as well as the power balance. Reapers utilize their 'scythes' for their work, which can actually be a variety of different things. All 'scythes' are bound to the Reaper they are assigned to after they complete their training, and cannot be used by another being. Upon a Reaper's retirement, their 'scythe' is unbound, and they may venture into the endless city of Purgatory to live a quiet, peaceful life.

Prospective Reapers are hand picked by Recruiter Reapers upon their death, based off information gathered from their previous lives. If the individual accepts the job oppertunity, they become Reapers-In-Training and begin to learn the trade. Once a trainee is ready, they go before the Board of Death to recieve their promotion, their 'scythe', and their opening assignments.

Investigation Reapers are Reapers that investigate activity that may affect the stability of Heaven, Hell, or the mortal realms. They look into activity, question and tail suspects, and gather information which they eventually hand over to Enforcement Reapers. Enforcement Reapers carry out the needed acts to 'correct things'.


That mostly covers things regarding the races, but if you have questions, feel free to ask! Also, the character sheet should probably resemble this for easy reading.

Name:
Age (Optional):
Race:
Gender:
Job:
Picture (Optional):
Description:
Personality Type:
Bio:
From the Infernal Universe?: Yes or No

The last question is mainly if you're bringing in a character from another universe or RP. Helps to figured out who's 'from the outside' as some demons and angels put it. If your character is a Demon, please pick what type. Aligned (with a selected sin alignment), or Unaligned. Same goes with Reaper.​

 

[ciel.]

Name: Calista
Age (Optional): Too old to bother remembering.
Race: Angel
Gender: Female
Job: Worker; Gate Keeper
Picture (Optional):Calista Outfit in heaven

Description: Being the first thing that visitors and more permanent visitors see, has it’s perks. But boy does it also come with challenges. The humans are manageable, not a problem if you can get over the constant flowing of awe, thankfulness and millions of promises of how you are forever in their debt for letting them into Heaven. It’s the filthy demons you have to watch out for. Some worse. Reapers had a way of irking Calista, when they went through the gates, to the point where her feathers are seriously and literally ruffled. She did her best at hiding it though. She, as an angel, had to. The image needs to be maintained to the best of the abilities of an angel. The way they carry themselves is important, especially if they are the first and last face of Heaven. Being good at remembering names also helps a lot.

Personality Type: Has a strong sense of humor, which keeps her sane most of the time. Calista has been around for long, but that hasn’t changed her. She’s still as opinionated as ever, although she has started to learn when to keep her mouth shut. Especially in front of archangels. Her main flaw is she keeps her nose up a little too high, especially around the creatures who aren’t from Heaven. She walks with grace and knows her worth. She’s a work horse and puts Heavens needs in front of hers every chance she gets. She’s friendly if you’re on her good side, and as with most angels, get on her bad side and you wish you never went through the gates. Overly talkative and has a weird interest in anything clock related, since time doesn’t really exist in Heaven.

Bio: Calista smiled and assured the soul that had just entered Heaven, sending a dirty look to the Reaper that was backing away after letting the soul go. Panic was evident as they stepped through the gates. Most of them almost convinced themselves that they were in fact going to Hell. Some actually ended up in Heaven by mistake, she would never confess that those were her favorite to witness, having to turn them away and see their disappointed face as they walked away. Some had to be dragged out and taken back to purgatory, or in some cases directly to Hell. She didn’t enjoy the ones that usually came to take the soul away. She feared them, it would be stupid not to, just as it would be stupid of them not to fear the angels.

There was a mutual respect, most of the time, when entering each other’s realms. The archangels weren’t so accepting, for good reasons and honestly the sight of them flexing and strutting around wasn’t half-bad. Their image broke when they opened their mouths. She‘d rather listen to a human souls life-story. At least those were short in compared to and archangel if you got them going. Pretentious rats with oversized wings. Her whole life she had been around them, so an opinion was naturally formed, she did keep it to herself, most of the time. The faint scar under her left eye told a story of how she had been a little too loud in front of an archangel, and without the presence of the big man himself, they had struck her. Never was an archangel to strike one of their own without good reason, striking an angel was even worse. There was nothing she could do about it, she was smaller in frame compared to them, and she was weaker than them. Brutes. All of them.

From the Infernal Universe?: Yes

 

[Nellancholy]

Name: Nephthys

Age: >400 years old in current form

Race: Former Damned soul converted into a Wrath-aligned demon

Gender: Female (enough)

Job: Administrator/dispatcher for the Royal Knights

Description: A rather neurotic woman perpetually in office wear, Nephthys cuts a petite figure at around 5 feet and 5 inches tall, with black hair and blue highlights arranged in a perfectly straight, neck-length bowl cut. In her current incarnation she also has dark brown skin, on top of skeletal wings and a bony, segmented tail as a result of bodily modification she had been subjected to as one of the Damned. The "shoes" she has on are in fact high-heeled soles gleaming like silver, bolted on through the arches of her feet.

Personality Type: To call Nephthys' dedication to the duties of the Royal Knights "driven" might be something of a misstatement. But she does her job and does it well, despite the fact that a fair few demons in similar positions lead more relaxed lifestyles. A quintessential example of Lawful Evil, Nephthys prides herself on her competence and efficiency, and enjoys exercising her power over the poor unfortunates that break the infernal laws under her watch. It's almost as if she's compensating...or atoning for something. In her line of work, she's used to talking and having others listen, but that doesn't exactly make her sociable. She likes to come across as cold and condescending, and has a habit of unintentionally making innuendoes.

Likes: Chastity, efficient filing, a good pair of heels
Dislikes: Impunctuality, people who beg

Bio:
Centuries ago, there lived a wealthy heir to a certain city state. With the death of the incumbent rulers, this heir succeeded the crown. Instead of attempting to administer their realm with openness and faithful duty, they used their authority and the state's abundant wealth to indulge in all manner of indulgence, disregarding relations with the neighboring kingdoms and affairs of state closer to home. The blade of an assassin or the threat of a coup seemed so distant and unlikely...and in the end, what brought about their fall was neither.

Their lands were blessed with bounty, and a marauding nomadic nation saw that as opportunity. Without the support of their neighbors and inadequately funded defenses, the city fell, its last ruler impaled as yet another example of those who defied in vain.

For a soul that had took on the position of one who ought to lead and failed, the doors of heaven were closed. Just like so many of the Damned, it was perfectly equal to others, roiling thoughtlessly in the face of eternal torment and beneath the weight of its guilt. The years trudged along in this eternal moment, and eventually the "weight" had pressed the soul into something, almost like coal being pressed into diamond.

That something was...resolve. During one of the conscriptions of the Royal Knights, the soul had substantiated enough to be chosen to join their ranks. Christening itself with a new name, it was henceforth Nephthys, carrying on the image of a goddess of death, night, and protection. An inversion of the duties it had once failed.

From the Infernal Universe?: Not from another universe

 

[PixelSymphony]

Name: Val'sharra
Age (Optional): "24"
Race: Demon (Quarter, unaligned)
Gender: Female
Job: Bartender at the Helldiver bar
Picture (Optional): (see attached image)

Description: With stark white hair, intense red eyes, and pale skin, there is little doubt as to Val's heritage. She is small but lithe, her posture both relaxed and ready to strike at any moment. She wears a semi-formal vest and skirt outfit day to day, or if disguise is required, a heavily modified sister's habit to hide her demonic attributes.

Personality Type: At first introduction she is surprisingly warm and friendly, her words seasoned with a touch of mischievousness and a surprising amount of equivocation and double entendres for someone raised in the church. Always confident in her abilities and possessing enough grit for an entire sandpaper factory, she is a weathered professional willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done. But away from the public eye and when she thinks no one is watching her, this persona fades away revealing a girl both worried about what fate has in mind for her future and haunted by the specters of her past. In an effort to cope, she turns to alcoholic drinks, jazz music, and philosophical literature, and can often be found staring out over the cityscape from atop a tall building, pondering about the nature of existence in the infinite cosmos.

Likes: Reading, Singing, Conversation, Alcohol, Getting to know people, Cleanly performing her job, Talking about the Creator, Neat new gadgets, Alcohol after hours, Warm baths, Finely balanced tools, SimpingFlirting, Finishing the night with a nightcap before she goes to bed

Dislikes: Curmudgeonly folks, Heavy equipment, Confinement, Reactor leaks, Corruption, People in positions of power, Cold food, Finely balanced weapons aimed at her, People who take her simping flirting too far, Not getting to sleep

Bio: Like many who end up ultimately devoted in service to the Creator, Val grew up a ward of the church: an orphan of unknown lineage in the care of the Septerran Sisters of Mercy of Alma. A small agrarian village, scarcely more than fifteen buildings large, Alma was a sleepy little town where not much happened, but folks were always willing to listen and lend a hand when someone was in need. It was here in this humble, nurturing environment where Val gained her devotion to the faith, in every day seeing the kindness and caring of the Sisters of Mercy as well as the surrounding townsfolk, and as she became of age, much to the sisters' joy she voiced her desires to join the Holy Orders of the Septerran Church, setting off to the capital city of Proteria to begin her training at the Holy Citadel of the Creator, Galicia branch.

Her time at the Citadel tested her true devotion, with strict tutelage combined with rigorous training. Through it all she remembered what had originally driven her to come here and persevered through every trial, eventually earning her the title of "Sister". Barely through her graduation, she began her service immediately within the walls of the Citadel, prepared to serve the will of the Creator at once. At first she served with righteousness and devotion... but as time passed, something changed. She gradually grew distrustful of the very institution she believed in and suddenly deserted it all together one shadowy night, offering nothing but crumbs of information to back such a decision, almost as if a single word to the wrong person could spell her doom. Since then, Val is hesitant to speak of the details of her former occupation, and despite her clear continuing devotion to whatever cause she finds, her relationship with the exact tenets of her faith can best be described as... complicated.

As for her current job? Well...

From the Infernal Universe?: No

 

[Breadman]

Name: Lucy (formerly Lucifaria)

Age: Unknown

Race: Half-demon

Gender: Female

Job: Owner of the Helldiver bar

Picture (Optional):

Description: Ashen skin, golden eyes and golden horns protruding from her head. Trademarks of Lucy's noble upbringing and demonic heritage. The hair comes from the other side of her family. That is something she inherited from her angelic mother. Unfortunately, its something she could never change as the white always seems to shine through no matter how much hair dye is applied. To compensate, she often changes the color of her wings and tail, feeling as they can serve as their own fashion statement. Speaking of fashion, Lucy is often seen wearing something high end and eye catching for her wardrobe. Often forgoing subtlety in favor of something provocative to feed into her own ego. For her visits to the mortal realm, she would apply glamour magic to blend in with the mortals, but often she would still lean on her old habit to stick out.

Personality Type: Being born and imbued with the essence of spite from her father has made Lucy a rather odd person to know. Spite is very much in her nature, but she has directed it towards her own family rather than outwards. That does not mean that she is nice and forgiving to those who cross her. From time to time she would direct her ire towards patrons of her bar that break the rules. Being high-born in her version of Hell has also given her confidence and self-esteem to rival that of the nobles she aims to humble and humiliate. Towards her friends and employees however, she shows a different, softer side. She takes their well-being very seriously and will often go to great lengths to lend a hand when needed. Some of that is shown to the patrons she serves, but more dialed back. In truth they get to see when both sides of her personality work in tandem.

Bio: Entire novels could be written down to catalogue Lucy's life, she even wrote some already, but the abridged version would serve best. Born from a relationship between an angelic mother and a duke of Hell, Lucifaria was set to inherit her father's throne. How and why is a matter of convoluted politics between the Heavens and Hell. To give her a greater claim to the throne, her father aligned her with his own brood of pride demons and imbued her with an essence of spite. This would only serve to backfire on the Duke, as she grew up to resent him for what he had done and the legacy he wanted her to carry. The day would come when she and her boyfriend at the time would convince her father's prized fighter to aid their escape.

They not only left their Hell, but severed their ties to the nobility there, although not fully. Some bonds are just too strong. The trio's next move would be to establish their own infernal kingdom in a mortal realm of their choosing. Their plan was in motion and it looked like they would get what they want...until an inter-dimensional police force known as the Plumbers showed up and put an end to their dream of conquest. Not wanting to lose it all, they made a deal. The Plumbers would let them live in exchange for every bit of information the demonic trio would provide.

After a brief interrogation, Lucy was given her own little spot in the multiverse to call her own. Some would call it a golden cage, but she saw opportunity. Using her magics and entrepreneurship, she constructed a bar named The Helldiver. A nice cozy little establishment located in the space between space for those who need it. Which, as it turns out, is a lot of people from all over creation. Her short-lived saga of conquest is long behind her as she now runs the most successful inter-dimensional bar, much to the ire of her infernal relatives.

Even so, she still finds time to sneak in an adventure or two.

From the Infernal Universe?: No

 

[yutohase]

WIP because I’m a bit busy but I’ll get to it eventually

Name: Caelan Chan (human name)/Yougan the Primordial (hellish name)
Age (Optional): 85, but looks eternally 19 in human form/25 in demon form
Race: Demon of Wrath/former human
Gender: Male
Job: Royal Knight
Picture:

(his human form)

(his demon form)

(his elemental-demon form)
Description:
Personality Type:
Bio: (WIP) Born in Hell, he was usually treated as lesser for being human, but determined to make something great of himself, he joined the cult dedicated to the Icon of Wrath, Arkan. Eventually he rose up through the ranks to become the cult leader, and after multiple appeals to Arkan herself, he was transformed into a Demon of Wrath. A few years of training after that led him to becoming part of the Royal Knights, where he has never stopped being Arkan’s most loyal follower.
From the Infernal Universe?: Short answer, yes. Long answer, I use this character a lot, but I tend to adapt him to whatever RP he’s in, so I’ll say yes, he’s from this universe.

 

[Sylvio]

Name: Jung
Age: 32
Race: Reaper
Job: Enforcement Reaper (Leader of Tactical Enforcement Squad Cloak)
Picture:


Description: Standing at 5'11 and weighing 180lbs, Jung possesses a fair complexion whilst his body remains covered in scars that came with being a reaper. He keeps up with the grueling strains of his job by training himself physically as proven by the definition of his arms, torso, and legs. His eyes are a dark gray shade whilst remaining charcoal and sometimes unkept.

His usual outfits are dark and he wears the same black tee and a leather jacket as long as the weather agrees with it. He has a few pairs of jeans, sweats, and sneakers that he alters between. When on duty he wears the same clothes usually putting his plate carrier over his tee. But when the situation calls for it, he'll put on his dark BDU, cargo pants, combat boots, and a ballistic helmet.

Personality: Reliable and dependable are what people think of when Jung is on their minds. He goes above and beyond when asked to perform a task he knows how to do. He does so because he finds purpose in doing things for others, growing as someone who was close to his family, he finds it important to find community in the people he’s surrounded by so that everyone can do what they can to the best of their ability. While to the naked eye he may come off as intimidating, he’s normally very reserved and polite. That doesn’t mean that he’s someone who takes whatever shit people give him, he knows his boundaries and has the physical capabilities to defend himself whenever he has to.

He’s always the one to go to in times of great stress. It always seems as though whenever something is going wrong, he’s there to provide direction and clarity making him a natural leader even when he doesn’t want to be the one in charge. But he compromises because he knows he has what it takes to lead, it’s just that being the center of attention isn’t in his nature.

It’s hard to find a bad thing said about Jung. When he speaks he’s clear and concise and does what’s more than expected of him whilst taking care of his own body, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Bio: Jung died in a shootout during a drug raid and found himself awake in purgatory as Death stood before him. After a long spiel about how his past life as a tactical police officer made him the perfect reaper candidate. Knowing he didn’t have much of a choice he committed to his reaper training and joined the Enforcement Reaper Corps where he was given his scythe, an HK 416 rifle and put in command of Cloak Squad. Under his tenure, Jung oversaw raids on extremists and conspirators from Heaven and Hell to throw off the balance of power.

From the Infernal Universe?: No

 

[PatriasLover]

"God is dead, my damned comrades. how long must we keep perpetuating this unjust system! No gods must control us, no archangel or archdemon, no masters either! dead of the realms, wake up, and break your chains!"

Name: Marianne (not their given name. they have no surname as well)

Age: their first memory is of some Jewish man in roman-occupied Palestine getting crucified by the roman tyrants because he said we should all be nice. they wound up meeting the man a millennium and a half later, a few years before they were expelled from heaven... poor guy, he really didn't intend for things to wind up like this. that whole coming back to life stuff his followers invented was "super cringe."

Race: Fallen Angel

Gender: That human concept is metaphysical. it has no sway over Marianne. they-them pronouns and the non-gendered option when speaking non-gendered languages, for gendered languages, either option works.

Job: Labor organizer for the damned (because the dIvine doushebag tends to damn a lot of innocents) and Chain-Breaker.

Picture (Optional): workin on ittttt

Description: Six foot four, too thin, with an almost gaunt, pale look about them, as though they had lived in poverty their entire existence, a result of being banished from Above and spending time in the human realm. theoretically, they could remove the marks of abasement, but they have no desire to. however, they are stronger than they look. they lack curves and present more masculine, while their facial features are more classically feminine, but if you ask some sort of transphobic juvenile question about what is in their pants, they will meet your question with an equally juvenile response of "your mother".

they are blond, with shoulder-length wavy hair that is always kept neatly tied up. they possess eyes like a humans, blue, constantly shadowed by lack of sleep. "it can't kill me, and i don't have the time for it!" they have dozens of scars as well, mostly from their time on earth (they sneak in from time to time, fight in an uprising, get shot/stabbed/burnt at the stake that one time, and then return to the realms of the dead.) they wear outfits that correlate to the vague fashion of the modern era, nowadays they are usually found in red hoodies, jeans and cargo pants, an Emma Goldman teeshirt they bought on earth with cash they stole off some wealthy dude. however, on anniversaries of things they fought in, they will wear outfits that are accurate to the era. (for example, two days ago, they would have been in an eighteen-thirties coat, bearing the tricolor.

Personality Type: Marianne is angry. all the time. the person is obsessive, harsh, stubborn, and with a high temper. they aren't cruel though they can often be cold. y'see, Mari was never all that good at processing emotions, and being chronically sleep-deprived never helps. they aren't intentionally an asshole, though they seem like one. They are an idealist at heart. they've watched friends and comrades die, and children die, but they believe that things can change, and they will, they WILL not abandon their cause. in dnd terms, they are a 20 in charisma (if they need to do something for the cause), and have an 18 in intelligence, but they have an 8 in wisdom.

Bio: It turns out that the moment you start questioning the absence of god, and the world order, you get in trouble. it started as an ask here and there for things like a break. and then, bad things started happening in Spain. unexpected things. (actually, it made sense. the Spanish Inquisition was a nationalism builder for Ferdinand and Isabela) of course, the crusades had already been happening. there had been plenty of pogroms in Europe. all in the name of the Christian faith. but god was gone and had been for such a long long time. and the Archangels did not care. that was when Marianne actually snapped. there was a shouting match, a blow given, a dramatic exit, and then the next they knew, they were being sentenced to burn at the stake for homosexuality and being an infidel. ahh, good times. after dieing, they wound up in hell bearing the makes of a fallen angel... turns out they were pissed enough to realm jump... they would exploit that. often. of course, jumping realms is hard, and for every year they spend on earth, it takes twenty to recuperate. and, during the off years, they work to overthrow the tyrants of the dead.

From the Infernal Universe?: not originally (i mean, this is an oc, but I didn't create them for this)

Random things: Yes, they do occasionally attempt to smuggle people into heaven (because there are far too many children in hell. and heaven isnt great, but it is much much better than torture.) as well as attempt to talk with other angels, in the hopes of making them realize that this is "all bull" and that they should revolt. (look, Zaphiel is giving me Javert vibes, or at least lawful neutral, and sometimes LN can get along with LG but... not this time. and Calista... oh, poor ignorant to the class struggle Calista. Marianne is going to be a pain in the tuchas for you.)


(Oh, and i dont do discord.)

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Name: Artemio "Arte" Durante;

Age (Optional): Aprox. 78;

Race: Reaper, formerly human;

Gender: Male;

Job: Investigator of the Reaper Corps;

Description:
A six feet tall Reaper that bears a beige to sandy pigmentation. Face marked with faint scars, especially along the sides. Hair slicked back, blacker than charcoal with encroaching streaks of grayness stopped in its tracks. A smiling countenance that dances on the thin line between arrogance and genuineness. The arteries of the sclera are permanently bloodshot, leading into his pastel blues. His hands hardened, hinting hard-work from his past life and this after-one. His choice of attire is predictably simple and unimaginative. Suits of darker colours of various types, but he does possesses some for special occasions; like the white outer-shell with a black shirt and vest. As a reaper of the investigation department, he finds that often times, his clientele (angels, demons) like it when their appointed sleuth isn't one that looks ragged from the middle ages. Though he isn't shy about swapping out the fancy dresses for something more clandestine. He also sports a cane which doubles as his 'scythe.'

Personality Type: A man-turned-harvester-of-souls, Artemio takes anything, anywhere, and anywho with pride, a smile, and the satisfaction of a job well done. His life as a Man taught him that people keep many secrets and secrets worth keeping are often well-guarded. In his unlife, he found new appreciation for the police detectives that he evaded, avoided, and misled in life. The paperwork, the field work, the reports, and the compilation of it all to conclude his job as an investigator is an agonisingly boring process, but one that Artemio does not mind--as opposed to the alternative.

He is an exceptionally approachable man, yet one who is unabashedly proud of his former life as a caporegime. He would regale others (whether they wanted to or not) of stories long passed. He finds the work of a reaper fun, and when a soul goes to Hell, he always says "Dontcha worry about it" or some permutations of the sentence. When asked if the big G or the universe has a sense of humour, then Arte would definitely agree that it does as he personally escorted many of his former associates.

Despite his commitment to the job, Artemio is not absolved of sins in his line of work, many rules were bent here or there in pursuit of getting a case closed.

He has a soft spot for animals.

Bio:
The young Artemio Durante became one of the youngest made-men in the 'family' business of crime. Fiercely loyal, fiercely determined, not much stood in the way for his rise to (in)fame. He built his connections early, got business to run from his father. Life was good for the newcomer.

Until he inadvertently tripped over himself for the underboss' blonde daughter. When Artemio first became a made man, he took the oath of omertà which bound him to silence eternal in the face of authorities, rivals, and death itself. However, there had been another stipulation to the usual rules and code. No tomfoolery with the family of the boss and underboss. The daft fool broke that rule eleven months in, but managed to keep it hush-hush for years. Until he managed to become a caporegime.

The proverbial cat got out after a day or two of his promotion. He was driven to city limits under the pretense of meeting a few arrivals from out of state. Only for a bang to ring his ear and buckshot to make his insides outsides.

He died that day, but instead of being whisked away to hell. He was offered a job as a reaper of souls. And a hopped-up private eye.


From the Infernal Universe?: Yes;

 

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