Fantasy 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 ─ 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯; ᶜᵃᵐᵖ ʳᵒˢᵗᵉʳ

[minajesty]

plucked

applications

character sheet

— BASICS.
name:
nicknames:
age: 18-25 (or what they appear to look like if your character has lived since the beginning of time).
gender:
sexuality:
date of birth:
place of birth:

— VISAGE.
hair:
eyes:
skin:
height:
weight:
distinguishing features:
body modifications:
face claim: real faceclaims only OR detailed description.

— PERSONA.
personality: list or paragraph.
positive traits (4+):
negative traits (4+):
fears:
ailments: if any.

— FALLEN ANGEL OR BIBLICAL FIGURE.

fallen angel
what did they do to be expelled from the heavens?:
do they want to return or do they want to live a mortal life?: not all fallen angels want to go back, so explain their feelings here.

OR

biblical figure
who are their parents?: ex. daughter/son of cain, daughter/son of abel, daughter/son of eve..
why were they sent to camp ouroboros?:
do they have any supernatural abilities?: explain them. but no godmodding please.

— EXTRA.
background: optional. this isn't really an important piece of info to me since there aren't any human characters, but feel free to include it!
how do they feel about the great fall?: answer if your character is not a fallen angel.
first impressions of camp?: the roleplay will start a few days after the great fall so all characters should have a first impression by now.

extra info.

life at camp.

general

even being that camp ouroboros is dedicated to rehabilitation, it caters to every and all of its attendees. it provides a safe space full of modern camp games, character-building events, food tailored to the diet and proper nutrition for all, and a magical border wrapped around the entirety of the vast lands that is camp ouroboros. said magical border acts as a shield for mortal eyes to protect all beings from exposure to the other side.

on another note, camp attendees are allowed to choose whether or not they would like to return to the heavens or live out their mortal lives, including death. if they choose to return to the heavens, they will be given a series of opportunities to prove that they are remorseful about their actions that led to their expulsion. if they don't want to return to the heavens, camp ouroboros will aid in their learning of the mortal world and they will continue to act as an aid (even after camp) until their death.

roomies.

living.

camp ouroboros has made it its mission to ensure that all fallen angels have a smooth transition into their new, temporary life. that being said, all biblical figures who have been enrolled before the great fall will be required to share a room with a fallen angel that is assigned to their cabin. it goes without saying, but the girls will be with the girls and the boys will be with the boys. and even though camp ouroboros isn't strict with curfews, the show will go on with or without the camp attendees being there. being actively present is required if you want to "graduate", and a part of the camp curriculum is learning how to be independent and responsible.

a word from the gm.

hi & welcome to plucked! im vvv excited to start and i can't wait to see what all you come up with as far as character sheets go. the limit of characters you can make in this group roleplay is two (and if you do plan on making two characters, it has to be one of each gender. not two boys, or two girls. if i see that there is still an uneven amount of genders, then i may allow two of the same sex). it also goes without saying, but please keep the number of fallen angels and biblical figures equal. go crazy with your creativity! i wanna see characters from the dark side as much as i wanna see some from the light side. if you have any questions, comments, or concerns, express them all in the ooc thread.

for now, there is no due date set in stone. but im making saturday, nov. 5th a check-in day. an official due date will be announced later.

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[riddle .]

sal.

absalom rivers.

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  absalom rivers

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  sal

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  age.

  
  
  

  speaking in mortal years; around twenty

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  gender.

  
  
  

  considers self as male

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  sexuality

  
  
  

  bisexual

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  date of birth.

  
  
  

  january 21st, roughly

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  place of birth.

  
  
  

  heaven, after eden

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  brown

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  eyes.

  
  
  

  brown

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  skin.

  
  
  

  very pale white

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  height.

  
  
  

  5'10 (177.8 cm)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  weight.

  
  
  

  130 (58.9 kg)

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  detailed description.

  
  
  

  a thin young man with limbs that seem a but too gangly on him. small shoulders and hips that hint at a subtle delicateness about him. skin pale, an almost translucent ivory. tired almond shaped brown eyes. fluffy light brown hair that never seems to want to stay in one place. cupids bow lip shape. a round, soft head shape. a slightly crooked nose. straight teeth, though the canines seem to protrude out a bit more than average. no body modifications to speak of.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim.

  
  
  

  paul dano

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  absalom or sal is resolute. or at least he wants to be. without flaw or worry. he's clever, intelligent, and dutiful. he dislikes idle conversations, far too nervous about screwing it up if someone prods him too much. cautious of newcomers, yet wants to interact and find friends. chooses his words carefully, as he is a big thinker. often clashes with what his heart desires, ending up in a confused anxious mess of emotions. this has only gotten worse since becoming mortal.
  
  observant of others and likes to try and mimic them to relate at times. acts aloof and standoffish, but cares when he finds people he can feel safe with. unrelenting at times with his amount of duty and care, becoming something akin to a mother hen. absalom will never admit to anything, though. he is more of a 'show i care through my actions' type of person.
  
  then comes his obstinate nature. he doesn't shy away from disagreements. if anything, it makes him come alive again in a way. however, having a slight difference in opinion is fine, but absalom takes things a little too personally sometimes without really realizing or understanding why it upsets him. well, time heals all wounds as they say...
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  virtues.

  
  
  

  loyal to a fault, determined, resourceful, stands up for what he believes in, deeply caring and fiercely loving to those he bonds with.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  vices.

  
  
  

  self-righteous, quick to insult, moody, challenging, unforgiving.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  fears.

  
  
  

  dying a mortal death, being betrayed again, the dark.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Haven't I given enough, given enough?
  Always the fool with the slowest heart.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  bitter. yes, that's a good start. absalom is bitter after remembering the fall. what once was pure and delightful was now corrupt into something murky; hateful. absalom was an eager and ready-to-please angel for his creator. he took his duties with grace and pride. he preened at each compliment for his success, grateful to be of use. absalom was once a memitim, an angel of death, to be exact. gently, he would lift the souls of mortals into the heavens, or be brought forward to others for judgment. he was kind but deeply saddened by each passing.
  
  he wanted to protect these beings that his creator loved so much. he grew so weary of having to take such young souls away too soon. how could he be faulted for his actions then? why had he been severely punished by merely allowing a few mortals to live longer? why let illness or disease take away what could be easily avoided? so when he was cast out violently, painfully, and forced into a mortal body and made to feel such agony for the first time - he grew to hate. absalom had been perfect! he had done everything his creator asked, without question. he had seen other angels fall for far worse crimes, yet he was judged so wrongly? heaven could rot away and he'd be there at the end laughing!
  
  but...in the quiet, alone with his thoughts in a slowly decaying body, he dreams. he dreams the almighty reaches out and takes absalom back into his arms and away from pain with only love remaining. it's during those times that absalom struggles with his confusion and pain between his hurt and desperate need to be accepted again. who of his fellow angels would come to take his now mortal soul when his time was up?
  
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  sal is frightened at first. uneasy around so many strange beings of varying lineages. he pushes through and his old habit of doing well and being a team player comes up. still, he isn't trying to be all cushy or whatever. this is because he had no other choice and there weren't any safe alternatives.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  headcanons.

  
  
  

  ✧ absalom rivers isn't his true name. he thinks he knows what it is, but everything is still a little hazy with the details. he picked absalom because he felt like he once knew or knew of the biblical absalom, son of king david. rivers just because he quite likes watching them flow and mortals have to have a last name or something.
  ✧ big fan of animals. especially small furry critters like rabbits, foxes, and cats.
  ✧ reads quite a bit. that's a lie, it's more like all the time. he likes everything and can even find a encyclopedia of chair making interesting.
  ✧ likes calm colors that are airy, dislikes loud colors. they hurt his eyes and head.
  ✧ actually kinda good at dancing but only does so by himself. he is so not ready to do that in front other people.
  ✧ suffers from migraines and intense headaches often, considered it to be a side affect from his fall and can make him very sick for days and not eat, sleep, or take care of himself

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[nectarine]

scroll

scroll

❝

Our mistakes make us who we are.

n/a

the fallen.

adeline chéron.

full name

adeline leandra chéron

nicknames

ade or lea

age

twenty-two

d.o.b.

march 3rd

gender

female

p.o.b

heaven

sexuality

bisexual

always with me

Youmi Kimura

01.

visage

height

5'6"

weight

118 lbs

hair c.

strawberry blonde

eye c.

dark green

skin.

she is pale, like moonlight

distinguishing features.

has sharp, green eyes that look like daggers if she stares off into the distance but when you speak to her, they light up. along with that, the scars from where her wings use to be. she doesn't hide them or even try.

body mods.

has both ears pierced, along with her tongue.

faceclaim

hazelle bellamie

02.

psyche

adeline is someone you would call to be textbook kind. right out of a fairytale book kind of kind. she loves all creatures and is pure optimistic in every sense of the way. even so, adeline is never one to be afraid. calling her a coward would be like calling the sky yellow. she never backs down from a challenge and she faces everything head first. she’s determined yet playful. shy at first but once getting to know her she is someone who would give you the clothes off her back and lay her life on the line for you. although she is a sweet hearted girl, adeline can be quite hard-headed as well. if she thinks something is wrong, she will have no part in it. or if she believes she is right in a situation — well. you will hear about it. daily.

positive traits.

loyal, trustworthy, humble, generous, caring, friendly, open minded

negative traits.

stubborn, impulsive, sarcastic, shy, perfectionist

likes

meadows, rain, singing, archery, horseback riding, painting

dislikes

spicy food, meetings, old men, eating fish, rather loud people

fears

any and all bugs/creepy crawlers, getting lost, never returning to heaven

03.

history

there is not much to say about adeline's history. she was an angel once who fell in love with a mortal. a crime, in her eyes, that is not as severe as other's would think, yet it got her casted out of heaven. at first, she didn't mind it. becoming a fallen, and soon turning into a mortal, as she could end up with the mortal she loved. living and dying with them. so she endured it. the glorious set of wings upon her back being ripped from her skin. the pain, burning hot and white, a pain she could still feel to this day. having her wings and abilities stripped from her before being casted down. falling for seven, agonizing days, before ending up on earth.

where she later learned, after gaining some semblance of reality, that the mortal that caused her fall, the love of her life, had tossed her aside for someone new. she swore then, that she would redeem herself and enter the pearly gates once more.

04.

gallery

05.

connections

The All Father

her creator in heaven. someone she wishes she could gain the trust of once again and rejoin at his side.

06.

miscellaneous

thoughts.

upon first arriving to the camp, she thought it was a little outdated yet beautiful. something casual and vintage almost, even with the strong power of the barrier keeping mortals locked out — or them locked in. it seems quaint and if it's somewhere she has to be, and something she has to do to regain god's trust, she'll play all the silly little bonding games they have to partake in, without arguing too much.

headcanons.

— favorite color is yellow
— she loves all animals
— would do anything for someone she cares about
— very noble and lady like
— treats everyone with the respect they deserve
— can play the harp and a flute
— loves to sing and often sings to herself when she's stressed
— has a knack for making perfumes
— paints but they're very awful, she solely does it for fun
— likes to spend most of her time in a meadow or near a body of water

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[-ferret-]

Bashi Ravern

gauge burek

nephilim

º º code by ditto º º

Bashi Ravern

oh, i do wish i werent so rotten

— BASICS.

name: bashi ravern

nicknames: Hellion

age: 20

gender: demi-male

sexuality: muscles

date of birth: Nov. 15

place of birth: New Orleans, Louisiana, USA



— VISAGE.

hair: black and white

eyes: brown

skin: tan with lots of freckles

height: 5'2"

weight: 136 lbs

distinguishing features: long canines, freckles, duotone hair

body modifications: many tattoos and a couple piercings

face claim: gauge burek



— PERSONA.

personality:





purple tiefling



— DOSSIER.

name: bashi ravern

nicknames: demonic, devil, mister Ravern please stop hanging from the ceiling

age: 20

gender: demi-male

sexuality: muscles

date of birth: November 14

place of birth: Spain

race/ethnicity: purple tiefling



— VISAGE.

hair: black

eyes: yellow

skin: purple and soft

height: 5'3

weight: 146 lbs

distinguishing features: horns, thin tail, claws, freckles, pointed ears, yellow eyes, small sharp canines

wardrobe: bashi can usually be found in academia outfits. Though on the feminine side, he will wear pants every once in a while. He wears stretchy clothing that makes it easier to hop around in, detesting stuffy and stiff clothing.

face claim: gauge burek



— PERSONA.

personality: Bashi, at first, can be a bit skittish, if not angry and feral. When you first meet him he's a bit distrustful and will likely be wary to truly interact. He tends to be drawn to hanging out with women and feminine people. Because he's so skittish when first meeting people, the kinder, more gentle and pleasant you are, the more likely he is to return such sentiments. The more abrasive and rude you are, the more likely he is to try and claw off your face.



After you've begun to get to know Bashi, the more pleasant and less feral he becomes. Once he knows more about you, he's quicker to trust and treat you with affection. While at times he can get over protective or possessive, he's not actually much of a threat to your person. Which is not to say he isn't a threat at all because that is just plain not true. Bashi is a very sweet and kind guy, he just had a protective and distrustful nature.

positive traits (4+): protective, sweet, affectionate, kind, loving, observant

negative traits (4+): possessive, feral, pissy, impulsive

fears: dislikes pain and fears anything that has brought him pain in the past

ailments: he can be a lil cray cray sometimes



— BIBLICAL FIGURE.



fallen angel

who are their parents?: a previous fallen angel, Aredema. she has since experienced her mortal death. his father is the demon purson, he knows of hidden things, can tell of the past, present, or future, and brig's good familiars. he is a great king of hell.

why were they sent to camp ouroboros?: bashi was sent to the camp soon after his mother died when he was fourteen. because his father could not take care of him while also ruling his legions of demons, bashi was raised at camp ouroboros and continues to live there. he enjoys being among his mother's kind and prefers it to the company of humans

do they have any supernatural abilities?: bashi gets most of his abilities from his father. his strongest ability is his ability to summon familiars. that is the only ability that he has that he can use on command. his other two abilities include uncontrolled visions of people's past, present, and future (these are far and few between), and his ability to find small, lost things. he often is sought out to find lost trinkets, papers, important documents, and similar lost objects.



— EXTRA.

background: bashi is the production of a demon and a fallen angel. his simple existence was enough to get his mother kicked out of the higher planes, but since she was already out, she decided to live a mortal life in order to be with her son. it wasn't all puppies and rainbows though. bashi remembers vaguely around ten years old how his mother became sick. it was a mortal sickness of the mind that she never would've endured had she tried to win her place back in heaven; and for that bashi will always think her death was his fault. with her sickness came hallucinations and delusions. she was convinced she'd always been mortal and because of that, her half demon son terrified her. she was convinced that Bashi was going to kill her or harm her. she was convinced that her son was possessed by demonic spirits (how ironic that he was simply just demonic) and that in her sleep he would drag her down to the same hell her mortal and pious friends would mention. it was all so confusing in her brain and unfortunately it meant that in her addled moments where she couldn't find sense, she'd hurt her son. she'd spit vile atrocities at him, telling him he was a devilish thing. she'd hit and scratch and do anything to get her scared and worried son away from her.

when her moments were few and far between, it was easy for Bashi to pretend everything was fine, but when Aredema's delusions became too frequent, Bashi finally spoke up to his father about his mother's illness. he was thirteen at the time. and later, after a year in the hospital, Aredema would finally experience her mortal death, peacefully in her sleep. bashi was too young to be on his own, but couldn't survive hell at the same time, so his father shipped him to the camp in hopes that being among his mother's kind and other oddities would allow him to heal from the time where he endured his mother's harshness because of her illness.

how do they feel about the great fall?: bashi is curious but feels nervous about the circumstances, after six years at the camp, he's never seen such a thing and is unsettled by what has happened

first impressions of camp?: at first, bashi was of course terrified, he was fourteen and his mother had just died. now, though, the camp is home.

code by valen t.

 

[minajesty]

SON OF LILITH

;; malachi

[BASICS]

name ─ malachi hendrix.
nicknames ─ chi (pronouned kai).
age ─ 21 years young.
gender ─ cismale.
sexuality ─ heterosexual, bicurious.
date of birth ─ october 31st.
place of birth ─ the pits of hell.

.｡*ﾟ☩.*.｡　❪ 𓆩♛𓆪 ❫　ﾟ☩..｡*ﾟ☩
​

[VISAGE]

hair ─ dark brown neck length locs. it is not styled in any sort of way, he just lets them fall over his face and occasionally oils his scalp to keep the edges of his hair neatly laid. he retwists his hair on his own to keep his locs tight.
eyes ─ dark brown.
skin ─ black male but lightskinned.
height ─ 6'1"
weight ─ 183lbs. ectomorphic with a tone build.
distinguishing features ─ none available.
body modifications ─ tattoo of a rose on his arm dedicated to his mother.
face claim ─ marcus sivyer.

.｡*ﾟ☩.*.｡　❪ 𓆩♛𓆪 ❫　ﾟ☩..｡*ﾟ☩
​

[PERSONA]

personality ─ with a slick tongue and sailor mouth, it's no wonder they call malachi the embodiment of evil. even giving the devil himself a run for his money, malachi never seems to show a single ounce of remorse or care in the world if it doesn't directly benefit him. yet, people are still drawn to the mystery and to his hypnotizing looks that seemed to be crafted to perfection by the gods themselves. malachi is a true lost soul, and if you're ever given the chance to step close, every layer you manage to peel back from his mind is guarded by another dark & black barrier with a sole mission to keep the outsiders out.

however, behind all those barbed wire barriers is a small piece of a living heart. a piece that may or may not restore your faith in malachi. behind the scenes, he's a true mommy's boy and she is the only woman that he'd admit to loving. not directly, but speak ill-will of her and you'll understand why there is a place for evil to reside.

(note: loving him sounds impossible, but it's not. he's not a total ass.)
positive traits (4+) ─ independent, intelligent, hard-working, protective, a feminist, loving when he trusts someone, prioritizes his responsibilities over everything else.
negative traits (4+) ─ selfish, cunning, slightly manipulative, extremely judgy, lacks empathy
fears ─ never finding his way back to hell, losing the people he loves the most, disappointing lilith, not getting to experience true love, trusting people
ailments ─ none available.

.｡*ﾟ☩.*.｡　❪ 𓆩♛𓆪 ❫　ﾟ☩..｡*ﾟ☩
​

[BIBLICAL FIGURE]

who are their parent(s)? ─ lilith, the first woman to disobey adam in the garden of eden for demanding equality. she is known as the mother of demons and the supreme empress of hell.
why were they sent to camp ouroboros? ─ malachi was caught having a relationship with an angel to get closer to the heavens and taint the minds of other angels as a way to "recruit" them to hell. he had no ounce of genuine love for the angel, he was just using her.
do they have any supernatural abilities? ─ he can communicate to demons from the pits of hell & he can infiltrate the minds of anyone that allows malachi to get close to them (which he rarely does cause he doesn't trust anyone enough to do that). he can also manipulate fire.

.｡*ﾟ☩.*.｡　❪ 𓆩♛𓆪 ❫　ﾟ☩..｡*ﾟ☩
​

[EXTRA]

how do they feel about the great fall? ─ malachi thinks it's one hell of a dramatic entrance just to let everyone know you're a failure. but he can also admit that he is a smidge curious about the fallen angels and how the seven year fall was able to affect them like that. he's not too happy about having to share his room though.
first impression of camp ouroboros? ─ he considers camp ouroboros a total shithole (even when it's the second most beautiful place to live, the first being the heavens). but he's willing to play nice and power through however long he must stay there in order to return home.

coded by reveriee.

 

[logastellus]

massika tomaz.

twenty-two

Nov 14th. Heaven

female

the demon lover

massi

demisexual

hair: dark brown
eyes: green
skin: dark espresso
height: 5'5'
weight:127lbs
distinguishing features: green eyes, button nose, cesarean scar
body modifications: pierced ears, nostril piercing, scars from ripped off wings
face claim: @glowprincess

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personality: a gentle heart and soul but nothing to underestimate, the young angel crafted from the grace and purity that is the heavens. her veins hold the blood that flows with acceptance for all. she is shy in the beginning mainly keeping to her own but isn’t scared to speak up for what she deems is right. she is the voice of reason between quarrels and doesn’t chose sides. in the past she was looked at as a gullible and naive angel that was blinded by her own desires that she let herself be tainted and in the end she desires she desperately pined for crumbled in her small hands. still having her soft persona, she is more observant and attentive to words spoken to her, she rarely trusts and keeps her small circle even smaller in fear of repetition. her smile sends warmth and ease through the hearts of many and her softs tone speaks volumes of reason.
positive traits: reasonable, honest, versatile, straightforward
negative traits: irritable, stubborn, distrustful, cutthroat(when necessary), observant
fears: never seeing her son, falling in love, trusting demons, allowing herself to be manipulated
ailments: n/a

what did they do to be expelled from the heavens?: Massika was originally created to be a love angel for the humans. her task was to help guide fated pairs together and what occurs afterwards such as adultery, assault, divorce or murder is out of her hands. she was more interested is seeing the love between her assignments flourish she craved it herself. the arrangement of male sutors never met her standards. her heart, trust and chasity were given to a charismatic angle who was a demon in disguise. she allowed the demon to infiltrate heaven and almost steal important information regarding heaven and their security. in the process she was with child and the archangels did not approve of her actions against the heavens. the archangels cast massika out of heaven and kept her half-breed son as her punishment.
do they want to return or do they want to live a mortal life?: “the only thing that i want from heaven is my son. i have no intention of returning back to heaven but my son is my reason, he is the only being i care about and want to protect. i need him with me and i fear that he will be turned into something far worse than a devil by the archangels.”

© weldherwings.

 

[kevin]

Morningstar

;; Diana

❝DOSSIER❞
[name] — diana morningstar
[age] — 20 years old
[gender] — female
[sexuality] — heterosexual
[place of birth] — the pits of hell
[date of birth] — october 31st

❝VISAGE❞
[hair] — jet black and kept either straight or curly, depending on her mood
[eyes] — green
[skin] — porcelain with cool undertones
[height] — 5'4"
[weight] — 120 pounds. short, slim, and lean
[distinguishing features] — nothing
[body modifications] — nothing at the moment but she wants her nose pierced
[face claim] — dove cameron

❝PERSONA❞
[personality]
just like her father, diana is a pure evil being. one of her primary motives is to corrupt any being she can and fill their soul with evil and sin to gain control of them. she is highly intelligent, dramatic, sadistic, cruel, temperamental, clever, logical, skilled, wise, witty, and evil, which makes her all the more deadly if one isn't careful. having no remorse or care for anyone or thing, she finds pleasure in torturing and harming others even if they have done no wrong. her only goal is to please her father and either be on his level or higher than him.

though in her blackened heart, she has a sliver of love for her older brother, valentino. even though the pair don't get along well, diana would kill and destroy anyone who dares try and harm him. he is the only one she truly cares about but she'd never admit it.

[vitrues] — intelligent, skilled, charming, and clever
[vices] — sadistic, cruel, temperamental, and manipulative
[fears] — not living up to her father's expectations, losing her brother, falling in love with someone that will distract her from evil doings
[ailments] — none

❝BIBLICAL FIGURE❞
[who are their parents?] — lucifer, a beautiful angel who defied god and was cast out of heaven to reside in hell for all of eternity. he is the serpent who made eve disobey adam and god to eat the forbidden fruit. he is the devil, satan, the prince of demons, and the father of lies.
[why were they sent to camp ouroboros?] — diana was sent to the camp for attempting to raid the heavens with her own personal army of demons.
[do they have any supernatural abilities?] — using her good looks and charm, she can easily make herself carnally irresistible to most men (and women), which she uses to her advantage. diana has superhuman physiology and she can manipulate fire.

❝EXTRA❞
[how do they feel about the great fall?] — if anything, diana was fascinated with the great fall. she had never seen anything like it before and it definitely piqued her interest as to why it even happened.
[first impressions of camp?] — diana has to admit that the camp is a really nice place to be rather than always being in hell. as long as she has a place to stay, she is fine with the camp and really does think it is a beautiful place to be. though don't get her wrong, she misses hell and will do anything to go back to her domain.

coded by reveriee.

 

[Kovacs]

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Gadriel

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his theme

BASICS

name

Archangel Gadriel, Gadry (g-ei-dr-ee)

alias

"Wall of God", Fallen Guardian of Eden

d.o.b

Second Day of Creation ; God's four hundredth & forty-fourth-born

p.o.b

Heaven

chrono. age/phys. age

Ageless; mid-twenties

gender

Physically male, spiritually genderless

mortal sexuality

Heterosexual

alignment

Lawful Neutral

PERSONA

Weary and wizened are the eyes of the one they used to call God's Wall. The altar bonfires of angelic youth that had once rollicked behind them have since stilled; perfectly and meticulously cooled by the icy breath of time. In their places, pillars of gold stand, bearing the burden of one of the first failures known to existence.

He is known by a litany of names. The Fallen Guardian of Eden. Heavenly Host of the snake and his deceit, the Angel who let humanity to sin.

But underneath it all, he is simply Gadriel.

aesthetic

"His body was like beryl, his face like the appearance of lightning, his eyes like flaming torches, his arms and legs like the gleam of burnished bronze, and the sound of his words like the sound of a multitude."
(Daniel 10:6)

By nature, most mortals would not be able to withstand an angel in their purest form. Echoing from his time as guardian of Eden, Gadriel embodies a tall, reserved, if not pleasant-looking Briton-hailing masculine form. Remnants of divine nature can still be seen peering out, in the forms of golden-laced scars and startlingly near-translucent, alluring silver eyes.
Sprouting like tufts of straw gold, his hair is usually kept quite short. His attire is a testament to the last time he paid close attention to the mortal realm: the Victorian age, his favorite. Inverness dresscoat over white linen shirts, buckskin breeches, even a golden accented watch, for the heck of it. Sherlock Holmes, anyone?

accessories
a notepad & ink fountain pen ; a silver sterling cross ; a looking glass ; an emergency teabag

first impressions

There is no point in lying. Some days, Gadriel can hardly stand the camp. This attitude had clung to him like a burr when he first came.
Hatred is a strong word, at least until the younger, rowdier fallen decide to really put the "mess" in mess hall way too early in the morning. Or worse, he is forced to endure the newest batch of undesirables, whom by the grace of God he has not somehow smote down yet. Either way, despite his history and status, he is by no means a stark, commanding figure in the ranks of the camp's program. It is the nature of his angelic species, Watcher. Keen to stoically observe, with some arsenal of witticisms or rebuke at the ready if need be. He always has his eye on those he deems as dangerous, destructive, or just too naive for their own good. His generous heart and gentler, gentlemanly nature are reserved for close friends, trusted allies and lost souls like him, trying to seek redemption. All in all, Camp Ouranous has indeed grown on him, even if it is just the nature of moss to grow over the rock.

pride before the fall

Out of all the places to fail, the gate to the Garden could not have been any more devastating. Alas, the Earth had been so young then, and so was he. Four hundred and fourty-four; his number of birth and the symbol of angelic protection. Adam, in all his glory and Eve, in all her beauty. Both, made in His image. Both meant to be his charges, his to protect and watch over. Guard the Gate, was his order. Guard their paradise, so that they may only ever know perfection.

But Lord, went the memory. If perfection is all there is, how would they know?

The answer.

It lay rooted at the center of the Garden, gleaming ruby-like in the sun. The forbidden prize of Eden, in the eyes of some. Cautious though he was, some days even he could not hide away his admiration.

A treasured possession. That, and the folly of angelic youth. The warning signs were there, and yet it was that little belvedere, pride. All this time kept watered and polished standing at the gate of the Almighty's greatest achievement. Steadily growing, creeping the more his back turned. Right until the moment he realized what was once a seed was now a grapevine; snake-like in its coils and vice-like in the chokehold around his neck.

It had eyes. Eyes so foul, dark and deep, the freshly-made chasms of earth trembled.

The bloodhounds of hell. Lucifer's hounds.

Trouble had come, yet pride was too persuasive. They had the element of surprise, but what he had must surely be enough. Power was no small object; not to the one they called God's Wall, Guardian of Eden after all.

Strength he did have, for a time. But what he was not afforded was a moment's breath. A second of respite, a blink's worth of time to look over his shoulder and realize he was giving up ground. Inch by inch, he was driven into a beaten, bloodied, prideful corner.

There was one last lunge. A final, desperate attempt. It met nothing but air. Then, sharpened by brimstone and whetted in the sins of the damned, the piercing whistle of the old favorite's talons.

On the ground at last, Gadriel could only look up. Staring back down at him, eyes narrowed to snakes' slits, the devil smiled.

coded by Stardust Galaxy

 

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bell

the fallen angel

name

arabella monroe

nickname(s)

bell/bella

age

21

gender

cis female

sexuality

heterosexual

d.o.b.

feb. 14th

p.o.b.

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  Arabella’s blonde hair is long, falling to the middle of her back, nearly to her waist. Its silkily smooth texture is seemingly natural, as are the loose waves. Since her fall from Heaven, her wings and powers may be gone, but her otherworldly beauty remains.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Small and petite, Arabella is exactly what you’d think of in terms of stereotypical angels in media. Her dainty features give her an innocent look, even if she is far from it. Her skin, though fair, has warm undertones and is free of blemishes, and it nearly glows in direct sunlight.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  There are two fairly large, jagged scars running down Arabella’s back where her wings once were. While she doesn’t regret the actions that led to her banishment, she’s embarrassed about this particular consequence and makes a conscious effort to keep them covered as much and as often as possible.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Arabella is kind and caring as any proper Angel should be. She has a compassionate soul, one that longs to see the good in others (or to bring it out, when there is no inherent good to be seen on the surface). Her love goes beyond the pure sort, though—her heart has been corrupted by lust. She is not an especially strong-willed individual; she gives in easily to her temptations. It doesn’t take much to convince her into doing something—she’s prone to being persuaded by pretty things and words.
  
  Needless to say, Arabella’s innocence is only skin-deep—her big, blue eyes and bright smile are nothing but a mask to hide the “wickedness” that lies beneath. Her flirtatious and sexual nature are just the beginning. She can be incredibly selfish when she wants to, thinking only of herself and her own desires and failing to take into consideration how her actions might impact others. She’s a lot smarter than she lets on, often opting to play dumb in order to get what she wants from people. When it’s really needed, though, her intelligence takes the forefront to keep herself and those she cares about most out of trouble.
  
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  Angels are supposed to take after their Creator—upright beings, the epitome of purity—but Arabella never quite fit in. Some of the others said that, although there were no mistakes made in Heaven, she must’ve been a fluke. She was too human to be an Angel—she gave in too easily to her temptations. Her heart was full of lust, causing her to be distracted from her duties and her loyalties to lie elsewhere.
  
  Perhaps it would’ve been different if Arabella had fallen in love with a human, but she’d had the misfortune of becoming enamored with someone who should have been her mortal enemy. They said Lucifer was one of the prettiest Angels before he fell, and his offspring couldn’t have been that far behind, as there was something irresistible about the son of Lucifer. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, and there was something about the taboo nature of it that made the man all the more appealing—the way that she could see him clear as day, but he was always just out of reach: unattainable.
  
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  ✶ Arabella doesn’t remember much about her life before camp, nothing but a few faces and an intense feeling of betrayal and pain. She’s not even sure that Arabella is her real name (something tells her it’s not).
  ✶ Anytime she remembers something about her past (whether it be in a dream or a random memory resurfacing due to a trigger seen throughout the day), the scars on her back where her wings once were begin to ache, as if her body is reliving the agony of her fall.
  ✶ Speaking of dreams, she is often plagued by nightmares, so she tries not to sleep as much as she probably needs to—she’ll do just about anything to stay awake through the night in order to avoid them.
  ✶ Arabella is quite musically gifted, though it’s not something she goes around bragging about; it’s actually something that embarrasses her to an extent.
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[Nephalem]

the watcher.

the holy guard.

Anahel

Once an Ophanim, a Watcher of All and Defender of God. Now a Fallen Angel, without Holy Wings and Golden Eyes.

First impressions of camp: Anahel enjoys the beauty of camp and the nature that surrounds it, but wants to dedicate more time to getting her memories back. Despite its beauty, Anahel feels paranoid at camp, especially at night. With so much unknown to her, how could she even begin to feel secure? Some of the camp attendees seem a bit questionable to her, but there are others whom she feels more comfortable around.

Does she want to return to Heaven: Without her memories, Anahel’s greatest desire is to return to her home. This must be why she feels so uneasy at camp, because she desires so deeply to return to her creator.

Once her memories are regained, Anahel will refuse any inkling of returning. She will believe that God’s neutrality makes him just as guilty as the abusers and vow to never practice such cowardice again in her life. But she won’t want to stay here, on Earth. Not only is she wracked with the horrible history of human society, but she still feels an unbearable guilt for her rescue-gone-wrong. If she won’t go to Heaven and she can’t stay here, where can she go?

the basics.

name

Ophanim Anahel Asteraoth, The Eternal Guard and Watcher of the Realm.

nickname

Ana.

date of birth

Shortly after the Creation of the Cosmos.

age

Ageless, but appears to be in the mid-twenties range.

sexuality

Pansexual.

gender

Female.

place of birth

Heaven.

the visage.

height

195.58 cm (6’5″)

weight

77 kg / 170 lbs.

hair

Pale, flaxen hair. During her youth, her hair once resembled clouds. Now it holds a subtle golden hue. It falls down her back in soft waves.

eyes

She has four, almond shaped eyes. The first pair, which she uses similarly to all other sight-abled individuals, is surrounded by a permanent golden sheen. They are a bright cerulean blue. The second pair, which lies just below the former pair, is used to observe every instance of the passing world. They were lashless, golden in color, and without a pupil. Now that her powers have been stripped from her, her eyes have closed and refuse to open.

features

Despite her fall from Grace, Anahel has retained her otherwordly beauty. Her eyes, cheeks, nose, and upper lip possess a natural golden tint. Her lips are bottom-heavy and are tinted the color of sweet marmalade. Although they won't open, her golden eyes still remain on her face. She traces the crease of them often.

body type

She has a dramatic classic body type. She is lean and tall, as she was designed to guard God against all challengers.

angel morphology

While her second pair of eyes remain, albeit closed, Anahel has been stripped of several of her key angelic features. Before her fall, Anahel was a spectacular sight to behold.

Four pairs of wings sprouted from either side of her head. They sat along the coronal plane of the body with the highest two placed atop her head, and the lowest two aligned with her temples. At their fullest extension, the tips of the wings reached about a foot in length. Although normally the wings had a small bend to them and framed Anahel's head. Their color was a variegated white and gold. Two golden rings, approximately three inches in width, rotated diagonally across the top of Anahel's head. The rings were opposite of one another, one being a left-to-right diagonal and the other being a right-to-left diagonal. Both of the rings contained countless horizontal eyes, the colors of which matched that of Anahel's first pair of eyes. These rings covered both pairs of Anahel's eyes completely. When necessary, the rings would float upwards, similar to the halo structure most humans describe angels to have.

Anahel's primary wings were imposing and luminous. Her feathers were as bright and as white as a star, their tips gilded with gold. Beneath her feathers were strokes of gold, the scarred remnants of her time in battle.

face claim

Maria Amanda

the final thread.

the personality.

Despite her extensive life, Anahel didn't begin to form a complex personality until the birth of the human species. She could differentiate between Good and Evil and had a few likes and dislikes, but there wasn't much room for her to grow. She spent her life maintaining her position, never moving, never sleeping. Of course, her mind was elsewhere, observing the events that occurred within the terrestrial realm. Nevertheless, nothing she saw ever inspired her enough to grow.

When humans evolved, Anahel developed a curious nature. Their often-self-destructive need for knowledge encouraged her to find specks of that same need within herself. She found herself wondering for the very first time. Wondering about her creation, about herself, about anything that came to mind. As she continued to observe them, she noticed that they all acted so differently from one another. She had seen this before, of course, but never within creatures that so closely resembled herself and never so expressively. She wondered how she differed from her own brethren and dedicated time to look within herself and at the humans to determine the answer.

Anahel maintains a poised and dignified disposition. Her elegant mien makes even the simplest movements appear as practiced displays of refinement and finesse. She is soft and personable in her approach, but stark and forthright in her words. She is extremely perceptive and preserves a mostly passive approach when faced with verbal conflict. She isn't one for metaphors and takes things quite literally. She completes activities in a disciplined and methodical manner, preferring to go about life as orderly as possible. She doesn't know much about recklessness, as her first and only moment of chaos cost her, her position as God's protector.

She is an extremely sympathetic being, a trait that ultimately led to her fall from Heaven. She is a dauntless and valiant warrior and grieves the brutalization of innocents. She has a strict moral compass, one that rivals her strong sense of duty. Despite her previous position, she is kind and gentle. Her companionship is warm and comfortable, the kind in which moments of silence feel pleasant and restful. She is rather a poor advisor, delivering crushing, tactless honesty with a syrup-sweet smile and the best of intentions. She truly lives to serve and enjoys lending a hand or shoulder to anyone in need.

Anahel is fearless and brave when her actions fall in line with her duty. However, when opposing rules or orders, Anahel's cowardice manifests. It took her thousands of years to act on her urge to help those in need for fear of abandoning her post.

Despite her age, Anahel is quite naive. Her wisdom revolves around history, warfare, and violence, and all of it was acquired through her worldly lens. Unlike other angels, Anahel was forced to spend her life posturing as a statue. Now that she is at camp, she has been very open to attempting the provided recreational activities. She embraces these activities with a refreshing sincerity, akin to that of a toddler. Her ungainliness during these activities is especially apparent given that she is normally so deft.

Now that her memories have gone, Anahel is mostly at peace. However, years of constant cognitive dissonance have left her unconscious mind weak. She is obsessive over those she favors, which are usually those who have been brutalized, and can become extremely overbearing. She is a "put you in a box and hide you away" kind of protective. She has a hard time processing failure or rejection and can become frantic and desperate when she fails in her goals or promises. Violence is often her first reaction in these situations. These psychological breaks are even more shocking when compared with her normal refined and cordial nature but reveal important details about the trauma that festers inside of her. Imagine the PTSD that would come with essentially being in every war.

While her expressions can often be a touch enigmatic, a watchful eye will notice the subtle signs of Anahel's uneasiness. Her quick glances at every unexpected sound, her clasped hands and twirling thumbs. She finds it difficult to feel safe, and her trouble sleeping only exacerbates this issue. The fog in her mind agitates and confuses her. She finds it difficult to face these feelings and instead searches for someone to depend on her. She needs to feel needed and caring for another often lessens the weight of her heavy but obscured mind.

Anahel can be a bit judgmental. Her moral compass is inflexible, and she believes it to be just. If one's actions defy her sense of morality, she may adopt an intense and hostile attitude towards them, but it fully depends on the severity of the action. She truly despises those that purposefully brutalize and mistreat the innocent and weak, and those that do commit such a sin will never be forgiven.

the virtues.

Caring

Elegant

Genuine

Curious

Dauntless

the vices

Paternalistic

Obsessive

Naive

Moralistic

Paranoid

likes.

Anahel appreciates the beauty of the natural world. Now that she's on Earth, Anahel has become a bit of a foodie. She loves trying advanced cuisine but enjoys even the blandest of meals with the same merriment. She likes laborious activities and being active. She likes a secure home with little change, as change brings disorder and disorder brings chaos. She likes to help others and to feel important to them. She is a big fan of intellectual games and puzzles. She enjoys reading, especially fantasy and romance novels. She is a big fan of birds, especially doves and pigeons. She likes to watch them fly. She likes practicing her fighting prowess. Battling feels natural to her, as if she was born for it.

dislikes.

She hates uneven power dynamics, especially when it revolves around the mistreatment of the lower party. She wouldn't fare well in a city or bustling town. She really does not enjoy documentaries focusing on tragic events or wars. They seem so familiar to her, as if she had seen them in person. She doesn't like fussy people, especially when they are fussing at her. She doesn't like when she isn't listened to. She doesn't like lying or those who lie regularly. She doesn't like horror books. Technology frustrates her. She dislikes a disorderly environment. She doesn't like to be alone, a consequence that may have stemmed from her years of isolation.

the feather.

Shortly after the birth of the universe, Anahel was created to serve as God's eternal guard. Her post was stationed in front of God's door, and she maintained this position for years, never moving, never sleeping. She spent much of this time observing the happenings down on Earth. The first time Anahel left her post was during the War in Heaven. Led by the Archangel Michael, Anahel and an army of angels clashed against Lucifer and his own army of defector angels. The war was long and hard-fought, consisting of several months of unceasing battle.

Anahel was unremitting in battle. She slew her traitor brethren without remorse. By the end of the battle, Anahel's alabaster hair was stained red with blood. Her wings drooped behind her, heavy with the glaives and halberds of her enemies.

Lucifer's exile from Heaven marked the end of the war. The first Fallen angel. What remained of his army followed shortly after him, the stench of their burning wings stinging Anahel's nose. She watched them fall. For a long while, the memories of their hands grabbing desperately toward the sky above them stained her mind.

After Lucifer's fall, the Heavens became a largely peaceful place. Any trespassers or violators were dealt with long before reaching Anahel and God's Door. Still, Anahel's orders remained unchanged. She stood within the Hall of God collecting dust for eons, comparable to a decorative suit of armor.

the eye.

When humans began to freely explore the Earth, their Paradise having failed, Anahel began to spend more time observing them than anything else. Over time, she grew to love them. While the early humans had their squabbles and occasional battles, they were relatively peaceful creatures. They minded their own groups for the most part. Anahel was mesmerized by their ability to adapt and utilize their environments, no matter how harsh they were. However, as their species grew older and larger in number, Anahel noticed a pattern of violence within the larger societies. She cast her initial shock aside, believing these to be growing pains as humans shifted from kinship-based tribes and chiefdoms to centralized, government ruled kingdoms and states.

But their violence never ceased. In fact, it grew more despicable in nature with every passing year. Anahel watched, horrified and disgusted. "How could they do this to one another?" she would ask herself. A babe was not born to choke on the smoke of their burning village just days after their birth. A child's feet were not yet calloused enough to run from a raiding party, leaving the bodies of their slain parents behind them. A storm arose within Anahel's mind, born from consternation and Anahel's own inaction. As desperately as she wanted to stop these occurrences, her orders never changed. She seemed to be the only one concerned about humanity.

Anahel hoped for the end of this cruelty. She spent thousands of years searching for these events, praying to find nothing but always finding something. It became her obsession, consuming the entirety of her focus. Each event was another nail clobbered into her bleeding heart.

War didn't bother Anahel. Capable fighters battling one another with a cause in mind was, to Anahel, an honorable act. After all, she was created to serve as a soldier for Heaven. Except, humans did not just go to war. They were not fair and honorable in their violence. They preyed upon the weak and helpless, subjecting them to all forms of mistreatment for nothing but glory and bloodshed, and greed.

Anahel watched the fall of Carthage. She stared at the bloodied streets; her mouth slightly ajar in disbelief. She watched humans enslave one another, torture and starve one another. Every day, the acts grew more rapid in occurrence, especially with the development of modern weaponry, but the reasons were the same. Humans were never happy being equals. There had to be a hierarchy, and those at the top climbed up from the broken backs of their people. The lust for power of one meant suffering for all below them.

Anahel's deterioration wasn't solely a consequence of humans. It was the neutrality of the Heavens. It was her own neutrality. She spent every day watching humans pray to God for help, to save them and their children, but no one listened. At least, not anyone that would do anything. Anahel was born to protect, and yet all she did was watch. All she did was guard a door that no one dared to open. For the first time, Anahel turned to look at the door as if it would open and God would give her raging mind some council. But it remained closed and quiet, and Anahel continued to fester within her own guilt and cowardice. Thus, her resentment was born.

the sword.

Anahel spent millennia locked in a state of constant cognitive dissonance. Her loyalty to her duty and her desire to help those in need were deadlocked in a vicious battle until a victor finally emerged. It was truly a manifestation of the saying "the straw that broke the camel's back".

Anahel had been flicking through today's horrors, her eyes glossy and dull, when she stumbled upon a disturbance just beginning to transpire.

A group of civilians in a war-torn country had set up camp on the outskirts of their city. Just the night before they were forced to flee their homes due to relentless bombing. It was a small group, the majority of which were rather elderly besides a young couple and their babe in arms. A squad of foreign soldiers had made their way into the camp and began tearing it apart, reciting their need to search for weapons. Anahel watched with bated breath. "Leave," she had whispered to herself, "please leave."

But Anahel was familiar with the signs. The dark burn within the eyes, the grinding teeth, and the faintest tug of a twisted smirk. They weren’t going to just leave, no matter what they found at the camp. The initial strike, the butt of a gun slammed into the young father's face, severed the final frayed thread of Anahel's blind obedience. The first step forward was a true test of willpower. She had been stationary for so long that her legs barely shifted when she urged them to move. But time was running short, and the defeated cries of the displaced group pressured Anahel to move.

One step became another, and soon Anahel was burning towards the Earth like a rouge comet. When she alighted, the land crumbled below her, sending a cloud of soil into the air. Before the dust could settle, Anahel had executed the entirety of the armed squad. As the particles dissipated, Anahel looked toward the encampment with a gentle but exhilarated smile. She had finally done something. She saved these people from whatever cruelty the soldiers had in store for them.

Her enthusiasm was short-lived. Instead of awed silence or tearful thanks, the group broke out into agonizing wails of pain. They clawed at their eyes, which burned and billowed with rank-smelling smoke. In the face of Anahel's desire to do good and enthusiasm for finally doing it, she had forgotten a simple but important fact. Humans could not look upon an angel such as her, for their eyes would burn from her holy light. Anahel's smile morphed into an expression of horror and dread.

She could only stare into the black holes that, only moments ago, held tearful eyes, locked in a stupor. Her sword clattered to the ground. A disgruntled whimper came from the babe, who was still wrapped carefully in his mother's arms. As the mother convulsed in pain, the fabric that had previously covered the babe fell away, revealing his face. His eyes were still closed. Anahel hurtled forward and placed two trembling fingers upon each of the baby's eyelids.

Anahel pulled the baby from his mother's arms and stepped away from the group. The mother wailed louder now, her arms failing around in search of her stolen child. Her mind was no longer than that of a calculated soldier. It was broken and scattered. She could not save the group and she could not persuade herself to mercy kill them. She did the only thing she could bear to do, and so Anahel left, abandoning them with their new disability.


Golden tears painted Anahel's pale cheeks. She delivered the babe to a home in a more peaceful country before returning home to face her punishment. She was stripped of her wings and spiraling halo, her all-seeing eyes were sealed and she was cast down from Heaven, her hands desperately grabbing at the sky above her.

/* ------ credit -- do not remove ------ */

© weldherwings.

 

[celadon.]

rahel d'arnoux.

overseer of libraries.

♡coded by uxie♡

— BASICS
NAME — rahel d’arnoux/arahel
AGE — looks 23
GENDER — female (she/he)
SEXUALITY — bisexual
DATE OF BIRTH — january 11
PLACE OF BIRTH — heaven, after the war

— VISAGE
HAIR — blonde to light brown
EYES — blue
SKIN — white
HEIGHT — 5'10"/178 cm
WEIGHT — 126 lbs/57 kg
BODY MODIFICATIONS — studs in each ear, a double helix in her left ear, and a right nostril stud.
FACE CLAIM — ruth bell

— PERSONA
PERSONALITY — rahel is quiet, living as much in the world as in his own observations of the world. something of an unknowable mystery and it's as much a real, intrinsic part of his character as it is a front maintained for her self-protection and dignity. he's very very smart, and is so arrogant in a way that would be less grating if it was celebratory, if it didn't stand next to this deep embarrassment at the fact she exists at all. he's devoted to her own superiority and is estranged from it. she prosecutes herself for it.

rahel dislikes crisis and miscommunication immensely. she appreciates when there is a system of law and order in place, whether she is working within that system or not - she is selectively judicious, both lawbreaker and litigant sometimes. she contains a lot of little contrasts like that. like, he's trustworthy and dishonest. he can be exceedingly generous, entitled, and uncooperative at the same time. and so on. he's never too pushy - he's not authoritative - but he can be really unfair and hard to deal with sometimes.

rahel is in dire need of healing but is not all that informed as to what and how - she can think and think and deliberate about her problems and then devalue that insight, going on as before. it would start with letting people in though, right? sharing in kindness? but few things feel more insulting and deviant to her than that.

POSITIVE TRAITS — studious, diligent, open-minded, patient, curious, accepting, disciplined, methodical, empathetic, supportive
NEGATIVE TRAITS — haughty, brusque, unemotional, closed-off, self-centered, controlling, dismissive, lecturing, sort of humourless, takes things in bad faith/way too seriously
FEARS — loss, impermanence, uncertainty, the future

— FALLEN ANGEL
what did they do to be expelled from the heavens?
arahel was one of a younger generation of angels born after the fall of lucifer. supposedly, the angels before loved humanity for what they could not and could never be. these new angels, and ones born since, loved them for what they were. much of what arahel loved about humanity had to do with how cities were built around sites where humans long before had spoken of history, letting the smoke carry their words into the sky.

as soon as mankind began keeping records of its oral wisdom, so that they might not forget what was important to them, arahel was the angel of that endeavour. she saw them through that history as it became so, from cuneiform in sumer to nile delta papyrus to bookbinding and the printing press. something about all of this moved arahel. that someone might care enough about something to transcribe it, so that people they'd never meet and could never speak to themselves might know, and so those people could too pass it on, if only piece by piece - why, you must guard that generosity. you must.

of course, she knew what was going to happen. she saw the way some libraries stood as if daring fire and sea to take them. she saw the way men of swords held infidel scrolls up to the sun. he saw. he was an unwitting voyeur to the dangers of knowledge, to its repulsiveness. this frightened her. knowledge had only ever been beautiful to him before.

and so, arahel embarked on a journey to save as much as she could, hiding untold volumes of human history within herself. she spent hundreds of years as this. a library that could not be destroyed by siege or weather. a vessel for centuries of literature that was forever extinct to the species who wrote it. the effect was distancing and he grew so very tired. he began to feel like nobody, dying or undying, could possibly relate to her anymore.

finally, when he could not take it anymore, he began reading to human beings. sometimes a few words in a sleeping ear, sometimes much more. her memories - of these works of creation that no one would have ever known again - became more alive in her than they'd ever been before.

people who had never been moved to write a word before could be found channeling what had been written in mongolia 900 years ago, or by siberian tribespeople long before christ. long ago wars more or less waged again in minds not prepared to host them.

rahel was not capable of understanding who would be changed by this. she could not understand the cost.

when the angel nathaniel discovered what she had done, he shattered arahel's mind like glass and sent her falling, falling, falling, now knowing little beyond that she had once known so much more.

do they want to return or do they want to live a mortal life?
rahel has enormous pain that she cannot convey or start to grasp. she wants to fight. she wants to take back every wondrous thing ever stolen from humanity. she wishes she could go back to the beginning. start over. he doesn't completely understand her current options.

— EXTRA
first impressions of camp?
it could be any place. this group of people could be any group of people. she is lost to himself.

 

[erzulie]

XIX.
HADRIEL

fallen angel.

coded by xayah.ღ

❝ Dossier. ❞
【name】— hadrien gaudin | hadriel
【age】— in divine terms hadriel is but a young angel who had only come to exist some 100s of years ago. his mortal appearance is that of someone in their early twenties.
【gender】— male
【sexuality】— hadriel is on the lower end of the asexual spectrum. he hasn’t given romance it the like much though, even before he had fallen.
【p.o.b】— heaven
【d.o.b】— december 21st

❝ Visage. ❞
【appearance】— he remembers colors of blue and white rushing past him as he fell. around him, deep brown feathers scattered in the wind. he remembers wishing them to form a ladder that would lead him where he belonged. he had never felt so vulnerable before, so helpless as he form shifted and he reached out with limbs he had never possessed before. something wet trailed down newly formed cheeks and landed, bitter and salty on his tongue. two eyes had closed rather than 20 when he had finally landed.

the sight that he was greeted with upon awakening left him devastated. crystal tears dripped into the water below, a shaking hand reaching up to touch soft flesh. his feathers, his beautiful plumage had been stripped away. brown flesh covered bones and sinew that he had not had before. the color of the earth that his creator had been so fond of. a deep brown that reminded him of the feathers that he no longer had.

hadriel had traced the unfamiliar image before him. fingers danced over a wide, flat nose and over full lips. his hands had rubbed the sharp jawline and traced the bushy brows atop gemstone eyes. his lip could not help but curl in distaste, peeling back to reveal a neat row of white teeth. he had always thought humans to be rather ugly if he were honest.

the curly mess on his head was no better, hands becoming entangled as he felt. it was a struggle, keeping it out of the two eyes that he possessed. he couldn’t help but frown at the color. a deep midnight color decorated the top of his head, the color so dark that there was a blue tint to it. oh how he hated it so, but pulling had only made him hiss in pain. like the rest of his form, there was nothing to do to change it.

the rest of his exploration had left him wanting. his body was tall just as it had been before yet there were differences. there was a strength to his body, a lithe type of muscle that clung to him. he looked completely and utterly human and he could do nothing but weep. (X)


❝ Persona. ❞
【personality】— wip

【vices】— aloof, cynical, prim, repressed, vindictive
【virtues】— perceptive, earnest, articulate, dutiful, high-minded
【fears】— hadriel fears being stuck in the human world more than anything. the thought of being stuck in his current vessel sends shivers of dread down bus spine.

❝Fallen Angel. ❞

【reason for his fall 】— he is responsible for the death of about five humans. he also failed to carry out his tasking of guarding his human’s soul from demons.
【does he wish to return?】— more than anything. hadriel regret’s foolishly stepping in when he did, he regrets believing that humans are worth not carrying out his duties and losing his power because of it.
【first impression of the camp?】— hadriel wouldn’t say that he loves the camp be he’s grateful for an opportunity to return to the heavens.
【biography】— he had been born to protect the humans that god loved so dearly. his one duty to guard them from harm, to remind them of god’s love for them and to ward off the demons that sought to tempt them. it was a duty that the young angel took pride in, so very long ago. his devotion to his creator was absolute and so his sought to prove his worth. he could not understand why humanity was loved the way it was. he watched as they destroyed each other and the world around them. time came and went, empires and kingdoms fell and hadriel watched it all with indifference. he protected these creatures out of duty and nothing else.

for centuries he watched the humans that he had been sent to gaurd, how some fell into sin quicker than others, how some devoted themselves to god only for others to take advantage and hurt them. he found himself sneering at them, damning them for taking advantage of all that they had been given. how were so many of them truly worth saving? what was it that made the creator love them so? he failed to see their worth in all honesty.

hadriel continued to work without complaint however. he was ever the dutiful angel after all. then came his final human before he had been cast out. he had watched as the baby had transformed into a child and then the child into a girl and so on. there had been something…off about her. a disorder that had made her life more difficult than those around her. the child still remained bright however, much to his surprise. he grew…fond of the human and rather protective. the day came when he could not simply watch from the shadows anymore.

a group of adults surrounded her, three men and a woman. hadriel had took note of them before, how his human had made friends with the woman’s companion, how the woman had watched on with jealousy and disgust. he would have been a fool to not know what they were planning. hadriel watched as the woman left his human to fend for herself against the three men and it was then that he stepped in. their deaths had been swift but not before they had gazed at his mighty form, their eyes burned from their pathetic sockets.

his human had begun to change after that experience. he was naive, soon he became little more than a weapon used to form against her enemies. had he not done what was asked of him? he was protecting a precious human after all. his human became greedy. hadriel did not know how it had happened, how he had been so blind. but he found himself bound to her. some sort of ancient trap had been used against him. his human had kept him there for a long time. she became lazy when she believed him to be docile and so he broke free. she had been the last human that he had killed. hadriel was cast from heaven without mercy, tears falling from his eyes as she crashed aground.

 

[august.]

seraphina.

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name

seraphina

02.

age

looks nineteen, is at least ninety

03.

sexuality

queer

04.

date of birth

first of february

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place of birth

heaven

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  In the beginning, Sera was a joyful being, ordained with a heavenly glow that seemed to shine outwards from within. Until the day of her exile when that glow dimmed gradually, until she was left as a shell of who she once believed she was, existing as a generally withdrawn, quiet, gloomy figure and attempting to adapt to her new life.
  
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  a chronic headache that began when she came to earth and has ebbed in and out of her peripheral vision since and episodes of blurry vision that leave her bedridden regularly.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Sera’s abilities became problematic when she began to foresee a catastrophic event, a loss of many of her people in a mass exodus to some plain unknown to her. Sera actually managed to cause quite a stir in her circle which was not looked upon kindly by a place of eternal calm. It was decided she would spend some time at the camp and hopefully this would soothe her troubled mind.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  ‘a seer’ blessed with the uncanny ability to see events not yet lived, although this ability has proved to be more of a hindrance than a divine gift. Manifesting themselves in flashing images and coded prophecies received in dizzying visions that only really serve to paralyze and disorient her. Most of the time she can’t interpret these visions in any tangible way, she hoped that as the years passed she would master her skill but she remains baffled by her own existence.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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[minajesty]

GUARDIAN OF HELL

;; celine

[BASICS]

name ─ celine "cerberus" ronan.
nicknames ─ cel, ceecee.
age ─ in mundane years, she appears to be a 23 year old woman, but she is in fact as old as the pits of hell themselves: created at the hands of the devil to guard his haven.
gender ─ cisfemale.
sexuality ─ heterosexual.
date of birth ─ april 17th.
place of birth ─ the pits of hell.

.｡*ﾟ☩.*.｡　❪ 𓆩♛𓆪 ❫　ﾟ☩..｡*ﾟ☩
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[VISAGE]

hair ─ dark brown curly hair. it is never worn in the same style for longer than a week, as she often switches from straightened, braided, and curled. in it's natural state, tight curls fall across her face haphazardly and she styles it to her liking.
eyes ─ dark brown.
skin ─ black.
height ─ 5'10"
weight ─ 119lbs.
distinguishing features ─ none available.
body modifications ─ pierced ears.
face claim ─ anok yai.

.｡*ﾟ☩.*.｡　❪ 𓆩♛𓆪 ❫　ﾟ☩..｡*ﾟ☩
​

[PERSONA]

personality ─ just as the devil himself created her to be, celine is a strong and an intelligent protector of the pits of hell. she is designed to guard hell and its people from outsiders and destroy whoever dares to force their way inside. whatever he tells her to do, it is considered done. but even though she was born to be hell's protector for the rest of her immortal life, she is more than just a guard dog.

celine has an immense charm and grace about her. it's almost hard to keep your eyes off her, not just because of her beauty, but because of how she carries herself wherever she goes. her looks are unearthly, and it's almost unbelievable that she is able to transform into a beast so grand and terrifying. but it can, and will be done if she views you as a threat.

positive traits (4+) ─ obediant, intelligent, loyal, curious, open-minded, patient
negative traits (4+) ─ unforgiving, merciless, unremorseful, doesn't take things seriously, gets bored easily
fears ─ being stuck in a mortal body forever, not being able to return to hell
ailments ─ none available.

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who are their parent(s)? ─ celine does not have a parent, but her creator is lucifer.
why were they sent to camp ouroboros? ─ while her job is to protect hell from intruders, she took things too far and killed an archangel without batting an eye. she brandished their head like a trophy and unhesitantly mocked the heavens by taking the archangel's severed head to heaven's gates and stepping on it.
do they have any supernatural abilities? ─ immortality, fire manipulation, and an unbelievable amount of strength. she can also shapeshift into a three-headed hound.

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how do they feel about the great fall? ─ she has never witnessed anything like the great fall/rebel and it has her intrigued to the fullest extent. to quote, it was one hell of an entrance for the fallen angels and she wants to know what they did that was so bad.
first impression of camp ouroboros? ─ it's a beautiful place to celine, but it is not home and it'll never feel like home to her. she kind of feels out of place at camp ouroboros considering her rank in hell. it's almost embarrassing to celine being banished to such a mundane place with no guardian-like responsibilities. she wants out as soon as possible.

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yoo jae-sung.

thirty-two

n/a

male

beelzebub

he/him

pansexuall

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personality: a force to be reckoned with, unlike his brother, a fair and understanding commander of devils. his strong and strict demeanor
positive traits: intelligent, strong, versatile, aware, assertive,
negative traits: brash, brutal, apathetic, melicious, observant
fears: being betrayed by his brother, watching Diana and Valentino be killed
ailments: n/a

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personality: a delicate
positive traits: intelligent, strong, versatile, aware, assertive,
negative traits: brash, brutal, apathetic, melicious, observant
fears: being betrayed by his brother, watching Diana and Valentino be killed
ailments: n/a

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no, you know about loss. scarficie is a choice you make.

n/a

cerberus

cairo ronan.

full name

cairo asher ronan

nicknames

cai

age

phys. twenty-three

gender

male

d.o.b.

april 17th

p.o.b

in hell, as it was first being created

sexuality

pansexual

we're all thieves

circa survive

01.

visage

height

6'3"

weight

184 lbs

hair c.

black

eye c.

dark brown

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02.

psyche

on a surface level, cai is very resilient and standoffish. a loner with a sharp tongue and a fierce anger. a dog with a terrible bark and bite, as well as someone who is very protective of the things he holds dear. definitely someone you would want to be friends with, and not his enemy. he's strongheaded and hardly changes his opinion on things once he's already settled his mind on it. he has a very dry sense of humor, that only he probably finds funny, but beneath his resentful outward appearance, cai tries his hardest to not be a jerk all of the time. laidback while he just wishes that whatever you want to do in life, that you just do it, and let him live his own.

likes

being in control, sunshine, super spicy food, discovering human music

dislikes

being forced to do something he doesn't want too,

fears

losing his mind/memories, having regrets in his life

03.

history

once a mighty part of cerberus before he split from his sister. believing the anger that drove her was something he did not want to be part of, until she acted upon the rage inside of her. instead of her receiving the harsher end of the punishment, he stood in her place. taking the fall. only to have them both end up at the camp together, yet separated.

04.

gallery

05.

connections

celine ronan

his sister and the other half of cerebrus. someone he cares very deeply about, even if she does not wish for him to be apart of her life.

06.

miscellaneous

headcanons:

- def has vivid nightmares from his time in hell
- insomnia baby < 3
- learned to play guitar out of sheer bordem
- he thinks he's pretty good at it anyway
- doesn't have an opinion on whether he wants to stay in the mortal world or return, not yet anyway
- also doesn't hate any of the angels, unless given a good reason too
- the only group activity he'd participate in is probably meal time
- very much just likes sitting in the lounge area
- loves to swim ngl
- prob has burn scars along his back from when he split from cerberus
- would do anything for celine but doesn't butt into her life at all
- thinks she prob hates him < / 3
- can get irrationally angry/emotional at the drop of a hat
- doesn't mean too, it's a defense mechanism prob

the great fall?

to be honest, cairo didn't care all that much. it was sorta amusing watching them all descend from the clouds, casted out like a bunch of unruly children. but he has no desire to further place himself among their business.

the camp?

again, he is unmoved by the facility. sure, it's beautiful and very sight seeing, but then again cairo didn't mind much of wandering about and looking at things. it was a place to sleep and eat, beyond that, he didn't necessarily like nor dislike the place.

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