Raychu Posted July 12, 2017 Share Posted July 12, 2017 Angel King: Main Information Name: Razael III Govad Nickname(s): Raz Age: 26 Position: Switch Species: Angel Height: 5’11” Weight: 156 lbs Birthday: February 10th Nationality: N/A Sexuality: Not Known Appearance Hair Color: Golden Blond Eye Color: Sky Blue Extra/Clothes: Raz normally remains in his formal attire, not ever being caught dead in something less. He loves to show off his status with all the higher pieces jewelry and fabrics that he can find. For an angel that is supposed to be deemed good, he’s a rather narcissistic individual who only cares for his sharp appearance more than anything else. Most of his clothes are white with gold lining to give off the stereotypical angelic appearance, wanting to appear as the perfect and sweetest ruler, even if he has a hidden darkness. He normally keeps his wings retracted, finding the feathery mess to only be a bother. He rarely has his wings out unless it’s an important occasion. Personality/Interests Personality: Razael is a very vain individual and could care less for anyone besides himself. He believes his is the literal gift of God to the angel race and constantly places everyone near him on a lower pedestal. If he feels his position is threatened he will find any way he can to put them back in their place. No one steps up to Raz and gets away with it. He’s very aggressive about keeping himself high and mighty and has no issue stepping all over anyone who gets in his way to the top. He is a very spiteful man but he will never use his fists to get what he wants, he’ll use much more torturous methods. Because of Raz, many angels have faced true “hell” as they put from the way he can cause people to turn on singular individuals. He takes in pride in holding power over so many and having the ability to crush a single ant beneath his thumb with little to no effort. His kingdom holds order and discipline that he wouldn’t dare change. His people are his faithful followers and they need to be kept under control. Likes: Having complete power and control, having his looks flaunted over, being praised, sex (every now and then), and crushing any species beneath his feet like the filth they are. Dislikes: His husband, losing his control, having his authority questioned, being denied his wants, having anyone get in his way, and cheap looking clothes and jewelry. Occupation: King Bio Razael grew up a privileged life without any worries in his life. He got everything he wanted without earning any of it. From a very young age he expressed very narcissistic traits, always praising his looks. Throughout his life, his narcissism only got worse as he kept his prideful traits, always putting everyone beneath. He even started behaving poorly towards his parents who continued to express nothing but fondness for their son, even if he possessed bad traits, they loved him for who he was. Because of his spoiled attitude, he believes that everything belongs to him even without doing anything to earn it. Everyone owes him respect and loyalty, and this carried on, even until he was crowned king. The worst thing is that he didn’t get a choice in who he married. A lowly demon invading his territory. He expresses extreme grief and aggression over his marriage and does little things to make his husband’s life even more miserable than it already is. Angel Civilian: Main Information Name: Simiil Malachi Nickname(s): Simmy, Sim Age: 24 Position: Switch Species: Angel Height: 5’9” Weight: 143 lbs Birthday: June 17th Nationality: N/A Sexuality: Pansexual Appearance Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Ice Blue (has tints of other colors within his eyes) Extra/Clothes: Simiil wears kind of formal wear to work, but outside of that, he doesn’t really care how he looks. He could look like a mess and still somehow make it work without much of an issue. He only wears formal clothes to work since he does own a store meant for the higher class angels and needs to look appropriate to convince them to buy his items (looking like a filthy mess doesn’t exactly help make people buy his merchandise). He enjoys wearing normal clothes since they are a lot looser and freer. Sim likes the more comfortable wear over the fancy ones. His wings are out often since he adores flying around over walking… Though his wings tend to rip his clothing. Personality/Interests Personality: Simiil is a bundle of joy wrapped in one angel. He’s a very sweet individual with a big heart, though he doesn’t let just anyone in since he can be wear of other angels since he sees such hate and pride often over the entire race. Despite looking like a pure and sweet angel, he’s a very flirtatious and touchy male. He has a hard time not touching someone, whether it’s sexually or just to have a little physical contact. He’s a very accepting man who always wants to help others, even if it causes him his own issues. Simmy just has the urge to help everyone, always trying to see the good in others even if it is impossible (and even if he doesn’t always trust people instantly. He knows when to be weary). He can be a very sensitive guy and can be emotional under certain circumstances. Simiil is a quick to cry type of guy, and he can’t help it. Likes: Cute things, helping people out, anything sweet, fruits, sewing and knitting, and having fun. Dislikes: Prideful people, being looked down upon, spicy foods, having to fight with people, seeing the hate in others. Occupation: Owner of Jewels & Fabrics Bio Simiil grew up alone most of his life. His parents were always off doing their own things, adventuring into the great unknown, while their son sat at home with his older sister. He didn’t really complain, absorbed in his own little world. His sister taught him how to make fine pieces of jewelry and realistic fancy clothes to get a profit off of (though she was making fakes), Simmy took up the profession seriously, making beautiful pieces. He’s never had an issue with not really knowing his parents, he just liked to be near people in general and constantly found himself partying and dating, trying to fill that want he always had. Currently Simiil is running his shop without any issues and enjoys meeting all types of customers (good or bad). He’s searching for someone to fill that unexplainable want and make him happy, though he’s unsure if it will ever go away. Razael couldn't stand his life anymore. Well, no, he loved his life. He didn't love the demon filth that had stepped into his kingdom. Alas, his father gave him no choice. Marry or lose rights to his throne. That latter wasn't going to happen so the angel gave into the demand and put forth his hand in the marriage. Still, inviting demon scum into the castle. How vulgar and disgusting. Everything needed to be cleaned. Every seat his husband had sat on needed to wiped down three times just to make sure it no longer had the filth of the demon on it. Not that Raz was the only one to show hatred for the male... Other members of the court didn't take the marriage too well either. They became rather disdainful towards him, the king, because he was forced into an unfair marriage. Because of that, there was a grudge held against three people... His parents and Eloini De Veruin. He paced the throne room, huffing and puffing. His issue at the moment had nothing to do with his lousy demon husband. No, one of the servants had ripped his favorite jacket. Sure, the rip was salvageable, but that didn't matter. Now he was fuming from a simple mistake that anyone could and most likely would make. That servant was fired and harshly thrown out of the castle without a second glance. Now the king had to hire someone to sew the rip back up and make it look as good as new. He knew one place that hadn't, for a lack of better words, royally fucked up just yet. That famous store... What was it again? Jewels and Fabrics. Yes, that owner was such a hard worker and made stunning pieces when commissioned. Surely the owner was capable of sewing a simple rip. "You," he hissed at one of the various servants in the room. He didn't really know any of their names, they weren't worth remembering in the first place. All of them were nothing but insects beneath his feet, as he dared to crush each and every one, holding his power over them at all times. "Ready the carriage and tell that demon to ready himself. We are heading into the town." Razael knew he had complete power over his husband and that the man how to bow down and so as he said or... Unfortunate things could happen to him. Eloini was lucky enough to even have the rights to walk freely around the castle as he did. As long as the king was able to interact him as little as possible, they were good. Raz didn't even sleep in the same bed as the man and constantly brought other people into his bed... Not very surprising that he wasn't a very monogamous individual. He had no reason to remain loyal to his husband, they weren't married out of anything silly like love, it was just a duty. Once everything had been set, Raz got into the carriage, sitting across from his husband with a scowl on his face. He had nothing to say to the man and that's how it remained the entire trip. He barely even held any eye contact with Eloini. Why did he even bring the man out if he had no intention of talking with him? One, he was giving a little treat to the man to keep him under control. Two, Raz had other errands to run and he wasn't going to wait around all day for his jacket to be fixed, he'd leave that job to his husband... Hoping that he even was even capable of doing that. Arriving at Jewels & Fabrics, Razael went inside, dragging his spouse along without giving him much of a choice. He shot a few glares before approaching the smaller male... Only by around two inches, he was still small in his frame as well. "Hello... How may I help you, your highness?" Fear lingered in Simiil's voice. He wasn't dumb, this was the king that ruined angel's lives. He looked down out of submission, afraid his shop would be destroyed by just one inappropriate look. Simmy couldn't lose the life he had made, so he just needed to suck up his energy and keep respectful in front of the king. "You are capable of sewing, yes? I need you to fix this. Do it by the end of today and I'll pay you triple," Razael commanded, his voice booming as he slipped off his jacket, passing it over to Simiil. His sky blue eye's studied the other male with a pleased look. He liked when people became so small under his gaze. "Sir... I have other... Understood. Simiil knew better than to argue with a royal. He just needed to push off his other commissions and focus on the jacket specifically. It wasn't a huge tear but it wasn't small either. He could finish within the hour at least. Glancing up, he saw that condescending smirk from the man and held in his grief. This was the king after all, no one should ever question him or speak bad about him. He'd sentence them to a fate worse than death. "Splendid. You, sit and stay. Make sure this peasant doesn't dare cause any further tears to my lovely jacket," Razael said, treating his husband like a dog. With one last glance between the two, he exited the store quickly and gracefully, as a king should. He had other things to do, different people to visit, and more things to buy. Eloini should be capable of sitting still like a good demon puppy and not have a hard time making sure his jacket remained in good hand. "How- How infuriating! I oughtta make more rips-... I'm very sorry your highness. I did not mean to use such insolent words towards king Razael. Forgive me for my impudence," Simiil squeaked, giving a small bow to the demon with an apologetic look. He wasn't aware of how the king treated his husband, but most angels were infuriated by the marriage. Simmy only cared because someone ended up being forced into a marriage with an awful man. Still, he didn't want the male in front of him going to the king and tattling on him about his choice of words... That would be his death. So he needed to remain humble, kind, and cool. He just had to let the words go and focus on fixing the jacket. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kotorichan Posted August 9, 2017 Share Posted August 9, 2017 Main Information Name: Eloini De Veruin Nickname(s): Eloi, Eli, Age: 18 Position: Switch Species: Demon Height: 6’2 Weight: 120lbs Birthday: February 15th Nationality: N/A Sexuality: Unknown Appearance Hair Color: Light cyan Eye Color: Gold Skin: Pure white Extra/Clothes: Eloi has curled white horns with small holes drilled in them for jewelry as is customary for his people. He usually wears clothing that shows off his slim figure and can appear very seductive. His clothes are typically pale blue or purple and are always very well made. Personality/Interests Personality: Eloi often comes across as very prideful because he rarely speaks and gives off a certain air. But really he is just very calculating and doesn’t trust people. He is constantly observing people’s behaviour, trying to learn how to predict them so that he can make sure to act in a way that keeps him safe. Likes: Nature, being alone, art, animals, books Dislikes: People, loud noises, blood Occupation: Prince/Queen Bio Eloi was the 13th prince in the demon kingdom. Because he grew up in the royal palace he was constantly exposed to the backstabbing nature of demon politics. He had to learn to navigate the treacherous world without getting himself killed. At a young age he was almost assassinated by an older brother who was afraid that Eloi would kill him to gain power. After that Eloi was unable to trust anyone around him. He volunteered to marry the angel king so that he wouldn’t have to worry about attempts on his life from his siblings. But he still didn’t trust anyone, especially not his husband. Because of the way he was treated by the angels Eloi slowly began to speak less and less until it became rare to even hear his voice. Of course this only made him more of a target to the angels. But Eloi knew that unless he did something they would be unable to justify openly punishing him. Really all Eloi wants is to be left alone and be safe. Although he knows that is impossible for him. Eloi wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to life in the angel’s palace. It wasn’t how all the angels glared at him, or how they blatantly disrespected him. It was just how safe it felt. Strange as it seemed, this was the first time in years that he didn’t feel like his life was at danger at every moment. He would rather be hated or even abused by his husband than worry about having his brothers slit his throat in his sleep. Here Eloi could live in relative peace. He could spend his days in the palace library or the gardens, painting or reading. Every couple hours he would receive some kind of harassment from his husband, a servant, or a visiting noble. Occasionally someone would purposefully ruin his paintings or steal the book he was currently reading. But that was never enough to really bother him. Of course the fact that it didn’t bother him just seemed to infuriate the angels even more. Eloi was in the middle of a painting when a servant arrived to tell him that he was summoned. “His majesty wants you to join him on an errand, hurry up and get ready so you don’t embarrass anyone.” The servant spoke in a curt tone that would normally be reserved for someone of a lower class, not royalty. “I will be ready in just a few minutes.” Eloi rose to his feet and packed up his supplies before returning to his room. He changed into an elegant outfit and lightly brushed his hair out before going to join Raz in the carriage. The demon bowed his head to the king as he entered the carriage. “Your majesty…” He murmured. He remained silent for the rest of the ride, staring out the window at the world passing by. It was hard for him to imagine that there were people who lived their lives without needing to worry about who might sneak poison in their dinner. Eloi wondered what it would be like to live that sort of life. What would fill the thoughts of people who wouldn’t have to constantly worry about such things? Did they constantly worry about other things? His thoughts were interrupted as the carriage stopped and he was led out and into the store. As they entered the store Eloi’s gaze was pulled by the beautiful fabrics and jewelry. He hadn’t bought new clothes since he arrived in this new country, so he had never been in one of these shops. Eventually his eyes landed on the angel who was clearly uncomfortable with the king’s presence. Eloi bowed his head at the order, not bothering to show any kind of emotion. The shop owner’s words caught him by surprise. There was an angel who would actually say those sorts of things about the king? What kind of angel didn’t blindly follow Raz? Everything that Eloi had seen made it seem like every angel loved their king and hated the demon who had stolen his hand in marriage. “There is no need to apologize…” Eloi spoke in a calm, almost emotionless tone. “I have no reason to be offended by your words. I am sure that it difficult for you to fit this into your busy schedule… And it must not help to have someone like me left in your store.” He let out a soft sigh. “Would you like me to sit in the back of your store so I do not scare off your other customers?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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