"𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥."

"𝓙𝒆𝓻𝓴."

"You don't watch porn in a room full of dudes"

Angelic Name - Ashtoreth

Vessel Name - Eric Wilson

Nickname:
Lumina

Species: Angel

Age: Angel - Unknown

Vessel - 18
Personality: Ashtoreth is typically a cold and analytical angel but has his moments where he shows to care about something, he isn't the most merciful but wouldn't immediately resort to violence in a fight, but rather a case of "Don't say I didn't warn you" or "Well, I tried...". He also hates Hellhounds more than anything in all of existence.

Appearance: Ashtoreth's Vessel usually wears a grey jacket and a blue T-shirt, Jeans and black and brown tennis shoes. His skin is mildly pale. His hair, normally kept cleanly short is a dark brown with a few noticeable grey strands in it. Eric stands at just under exactly six feet tall, being 5 feet and 11 inches tall. The Vessels Eyes are a light brown, Eric has a scar around the left half of his face due to events Unknown to Ashtoreth. Eric is not exactly the bulkiest student but not the most frail either, but rather somewhere in the middle.

Bio: N/A

Weapons/Equipment:
Infernus Nocet - Ashtoreth's main weapon is an angelic spear known as "Infernus Nocet" The handle is a dark, vivid shade of blue with golden vines swirling around it, these vines seem to almost move when gazed at long enough. The head of the spear is a sharp, curved head about 5 inches. It is a dark yellow, and gives off a faint glow to anyone that can see it.

Angel Blade - A standard weapon for all angels.

Other: N/A

You were kind of like the blonde chick in The Munsters.

Name: Vosazuhr

Nickname: Goes by his vessal's name 'John Arthur'.

Species: Demon

Age: Appears to be in his mid to late teens.

Appearance: At the end of the last school year, John was one of the weirdo emo kids who tried too hard to be Gothic; His hair was dyed black, he wore black clothes with a spiked collar and he even wore black eyeliner and lipstick that stood out against his pale white skin. He even had cuts along the back of his forearms in order to show just how depressed and emotional he was...

No one recognized him when school started again. The dye had been washed out of his hair allowing his natural blond-brown coloration to shine through, his skin had actually seen sunlight and darkened to a somewhat more health color and there was no trace of the eyeliner or lipstick from before. While he was still just under six feet tall and lanky, those with an eye for it would tell that he had gained a bit more bulk; Someone clearly decided to start eating properly and get himself into shape. Even the black clothing of yester year was gone, replaced by a pair of blue jeans and a series of button up shirts with matching undershirts to go with it. The only thing that seems to have survived the transformation was the upside down cross that he had on the end of his necklace, but even this one seems to be a new version of it made of proper wood.

Granted he now seems to use a little to much deodorant, but compared to before that is an easily forgivable trade off.

Personality: Alongside the physical transformation, John seems to have undergone a spiritual one as well. Gone was the depressing, annoying asshole who just liked to complain about how life was horrible and how existence was so painful for him despite the fact that he didn't really have any problems and was in fact much more fortunate then many others; In his place was a respectable, friendly, life loving young man who seemed to have a smile for everyone and if he had the time he would ask them how their day was going or lend a hand if they have a problem.

Weapons/Equipment: Vosazuhr's Angel Blade has no name, but he has it on him at all times; It is disguised as the upside down cross on his necklace.

Other: Vosazuhr is a rogue demon, having metaphysically unplugged his phone and cut off all ties to hell.

"Ever wonder why We're here?"
Name :Lavernius Mattius

Vessel Name: Matt Lavern

Species: Angel

Age: ???

Vessel Age: 16 1/2

Appearance: img02.deviantart.net/64e5/i/2015/115/c.. (Art not by me and this is when he gets serious). Matt has spikey to the touch ice white hair and wears and white and gold short sleeve shirt. On his lower part of his body, he wears some white shorts and white and gold vans shoes. Though he isn't very buff he's quick on his feet you can find him anywhere on the baseball fields.(idk how that applies to his appearance but just go with it)

Personality: Matt's practically a 10-year-old if not his 16-year-old body, He loves to joke around, play little games, tease, like the immature kid he is. When there is a problem he gets very serious though he doesn't like violence. If it comes to violence He's not merciful at all.

Weapons/Equipment: Matt's under hand guards become very sharp when needed. They hide a secret angelic dagger with no name. His parents among many of the higher rank angels gave him those weapons before the parished in a dangerous battle between the demons and the angels. he has cherished then ever since.

"hey, Assbutt!"

Name: Kalinda
Nickname: For her own amusement, Kali. Otherwise, she's happy with Shadow or Kalinda.
Species: Demon
Age: A lady never reveals her age. Unknown.
Appearance:Kali is all of 5 foot 3, with long red flaming hair that she normally wears tied back. Her skin tone is pale, making her hair stand out shockingly, her bright green eyes often dancing with amusement. Her eyes are slitted slightly, like a cats. Typically she wears clothes that are revealing, short cut tops, low necked for example. And her clothes are often varied. Excentric styles to more mundane ones. She wears her nails long and pointed, painted black and has a cute splattering of freckles over her face and chest.
Personality: kali is a bit of a strange individual, she can be happy and cheerful one moment, then vicious the next. She can be sane and easy going, and then psycotic and not so laid back in seconds. Lets just say you don't want to make her angry.
Bio: Kali prefers to keep her past in the past.
Weapons/Equipment: Kali's angel blade is small, to go with her own small stature, but it is deadly. A thin blade, it is nevertheless sharp, light and powerful.

Her other weapon? her body, of course.
Other: n/a

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"saving people...hunting things...the family business..."
Name:
Connor Vos

Species:
Human, Hunter
Age:
18

Appearance:
Connor stands at 6'3, and has a lanky frame. He has brown hair, that he normally has cut short for the simple convinance of not having to deal with it, however her does forget about getting it cut and it does become shaggy. He has bright green eyes, hiden behind small stylish glasses. He has a light brown skin tone, and typically wears jeans, a baggy shirt and a jacket, not one for style.

Personality:
Connor is nerdy, geeky, and just an all around good person. He is smart, bright and always getting into socially awkward situations that he has no idea how to get out of. He smiles to smile, is very open to people, blushes easily and just wants to be liked by otherss.
Bio:
Connor was born to two perfectly normal parents. However, on his fifth birthday, two humans, possessed by demons, killed them while he was at school. Connor was sent into the system, only to be taken out and adopted by the strangest person he had ever met. His adopted father had all sorts of weapons, and a strange asortments of books in a study that was typically locked from Connor, who picked the lock curious to know what was in there when he was eight.

When he was 12, he questioned his adoptive father on this, and soon began to learn the trades of being a hunter, when he figured out it was demons that killed his parents.

Weapons/Equipment:
the typical assortment of hunter gear in his car, Connor carries a knife (Hidden in a hidden pocket sewn into his jacket), a flash of holy water, a container of salt and iron and a lighter.

Other:
He has a chocolate labrador that he is training, to take with him when he hunts.

"Yeah, you know what? There's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they ride on silver moonbeams and they shoot rainbows out of their ass!" -The Immortal Dean

Name: Jacob Washbourne

Nickname: Jay, Red

Species: Hunter

Age: 18

Appearance: Jacob stands at just under 6 feet tall and weighs in at a feather over ninety kilograms. He clearly works very hard on his physique, having strong lean muscles that speak to those around him of both strength and speed. He is normally dressed in a set of green cargo pants made from a durable material ending at a set of black side zip combat boots. On his torso is a tight black t-shirt under a thick brown leather jacket. Despite the fact he often wears such heavy clothes he is not afraid to show off the fact that he is fit and actively participates in many different physical activities, usually donning the appropriate attire for whatever sport or activity he is pursuing.

He has light red hair, just slightly to dark to call strawberry blonde. His hair is short along the sides and back and a little longer on the top stopping just before it would interfere with his eyesight. It is generally just ruffled enough that is looks like he got out of bed all of five minutes ago. His eyes are startling pools of blue and often glitter with humor, as morbid as it may be at times. Along his jawline is just a hint of stubble, enough to look careless but still well maintained. He has a strong jawline and high distinctive cheekbones. Overall he is considered pretty damn handsome by some, even if it is marred by the fact that his nose has obviously been broken in the past and sits at a slightly crooked angle.

Personality: Normally he is filled with good humour, quick to make a joke even if the timing of the jokes can be a little off. However he is good at what he does as well as handsome and it shows in his attitude he is prideful and some would say arrogant. He is also prone to bouts of extreme anger when he can become cruel and vicious, however it generally takes something extra to push him there. He is also often an outrageous flirt, even when he means nothing by it. To his friends it is endearing to others however it can seem offputting at first.

Weapons/Equipment: 1970 Camaro SS, Blessed rune engraved Bowie knife (Carried in hidden jacket sheath.), Silver bootknife (Carried at all times.), Dual Chrome M1911's engraved with religious symbols (Hidden in car with a variety of ammo to suit most situations.), Remington 780 tactical (Kept at home. Saved for special situations. Has a small selection of blessed shells. For when you really need some holy fire.)