AkaiJose

"Welcome to H̶e̶l̶l̶!̶ the Underworld!" A Comedy Fantasy rp!

*whispers* please blow up the underworld

"Welcome to H̶e̶l̶l̶!̶ the Underworld!" A Comedy Fantasy rp!

@AkaiJose Looked up Demisexual because wtf is a Demisexual and OMG I'M A DEMISEXUAL.. Although I don't know why we need a specific name for all these different sexual preferences.. -sigh-...

@bmxbrat484

Haha, glad you learned something @bmxbrat484! There are a lot of names, but I guess it's nice to have a name for how you feel/are ^~^ I identify as one myself, but I don't bother using the term 24/7.

"Welcome to H̶e̶l̶l̶!̶ the Underworld!" A Comedy Fantasy rp!

Here's a human!

Oliver Duport

Name: Oliver Dufort
Nickname(s): Ollie (but it’s a little embarrassing)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demisexual
Age of Death: 25 years
Species: Human
Appearance Description: In comparison to his many elegant family members, Oliver has a much smaller frame and a rather fox-like face. He is about 5 feet 6 inches in height, though oftentimes he will tack on a “and a half!” to this fact when asked. The young man is quite thin, not really one to work out regularly or keep up a good diet for his own good (though he rejects such a possibility, eating ramen doesn’t constitute as a good meal). His skin has an olive glow inherited from his parents, painted with many tattoos crawling across his arms and shoulders. Though what may look like a tattoo around his neck is actually hand-shaped purple and green bruises from strangulation and some scratches from the feud before it. Oliver often wears a look of confusion naturally, as though he is perpetually lost and overwhelmed. His sage green eyes are often constricted to pinpricks of black and shaded by auburn bangs that hang uncombed over his forehead. Clothing-wise, he prefers comfort and functionality over fashion. He’ll wear tees and hoodies, sweatpants and pajama bottoms, flipflops and sneakers. In his mind, there’s no use to color coordinate or flaunt much; People will have to take him as is.
Personality: Oliver is used to keeping to himself, preferring not to feel tethered to people or objects in fear of losing them. Though he grew up with many siblings, he lacks personable qualities that allow him to socialize well among peers or co-workers. He isn’t particularly shy; instead, he finds it easier to do things on his own than with others to save his patience. His emotions are not held back by societal norms, making him quick to anger or sadness or confusion, whichever is stimulated by his current situation. But, he isn’t without some good virtue! He’s genuinely kind at heart, noble in what he believes in. When prompted, Oliver can muster courage in the face of danger if he feels it just to do so, often landing him in some trouble.
History: Oliver’s French immigrant family consisted of his maternal grandmother, his father and mother, a pet corgi, and three sisters and two brothers. These siblings took after their mother’s side, with pristine skin, lavish hair, and ideal bodies, making them favorites with his grandmother. All the kids had a talent for something, be it music, sports, science, dance, so on. Ollie found that he shared none of these qualities, his awkward personality landing himself at the butt of most jokes and jests at the dinner table. He learned to eventually distance himself from the jokes, retreating within himself to focus on what he could manage.
He went to college and did average in his studies, just as expected. Not finding a job right out of school led him back home, where he would pick up odd jobs here and there wherever he could manage. It was around this time that his death occurred. He was asked by his youngest sister to accompany her to a nearby store in the evening, so they walked the streets there. One minute, everything was fine. The next, his sister was being harassed and grabbed by a drunkard they’d never met before. Being the way he is, Oliver got aggressive and tore his sister out of the man’s grip, only to get knocked down by a punch in the stomach. It was then that he was strangled and died from asphyxiation before the cops came.
Other: Junk food is his key weakness, as well as dogs.

"Welcome to H̶e̶l̶l̶!̶ the Underworld!" A Comedy Fantasy rp!

Remind me never again to do bios at like 2 am, that seems to be the prime time where I post my bio in the wrong freaking tab without mention ajsdnksfnlg

Let me know if there's anything to fix, @Cherrywitch. I have a human coming up but I have to finish him later today.

Uriel

Name: Uriel (Vasta)
Nickname(s): The Angel of Wisdom, Uri
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age of Death: It was many centuries ago so she’s lost count, but she estimates about 35 years.
Occupation: Grants acceptance to souls to enter heaven (either for temporary visits or permanent residence) based on their worthiness/intentions. For a little extra cash though, she will offer consultations on how to become worthier of heaven (shhh don’t tell the others!)
Species: Archangel
Appearance Description: Despite having died at a later age, Uri takes on a much more youthful appearance (early 20s is what she likes to hear) with nary a blemish or wrinkle on her face. She stands at around 5 feet 9 inches without heels on her feet and flaunts a slight but toned build. On her back are a pair of ashy gray wings speckled with black that could resemble the wood ash at the bottom of a fire pit, a large wingspan as a show of her high position. She sports bright red eyes that even glow in the dark like small embers and charcoal-black hair that sweeps to the middle of her shoulder blades. Her visage isn’t usually layered with makeup, as Uri prefers to go with a more natural look with light gloss and some liner on her eyes. Wardrobe-wise, the archangel will don darker colors that are form-fitting with an array of simplistic but stunning jewelry. Oftentimes she will go with a v-neck black shirt and black skinny jeans, with a pair of red block-heel sandals to complete the look.

Rage Mode

In this form, Uriel undergoes a drastic transformation into a much more formidable creature. Her hair and skin become a dark, stone-like gray to match the cracking horns that protrude from either side of her head and curl backward, ending just a bit forward ahead of her face. Her eyes will retain their unearthly glow, though much more pronounced from anger. Her skin will appear cracked and scarred from many years of fighting, rough and cold to the touch with black protrusions jutting out from her collarbone and shoulders down to her abdomen. Lastly, her wings become completely black, with flickering flames at the ends of her feathers.

Personality: Uri is a level-headed angel with a surprisingly cool aura about her. Though she definitely feels much more superior than her demon counterparts, she tends to keep these thoughts to herself and not act on them, knowing better than to start petty conflict (it’s just not her style). She’s very candid with her emotions and reads like an open book, or as most people may see it. She veils her intentions so well that her cover-up comes to her naturally. She’s attentive to details and is fair in judgment, allowing her to quickly perceive one’s character as a whole. For this reason, she is deemed the wiser of the Archs, as she is not quick to draw her sword before first understanding the root of a conflict. But if given a reason to fight, Uriel will not hold back.
History: Uriel has lived multiple lives just like many of the others. Most of them allowed her to live to an older age, playing the part of a wise woman in most of them before passing naturally. However, before she decided to stay dead, she was killed in a fire. Since then, she started off staying in the underworld before the angels decided to create heaven, moving with the others and moving through the ranks to become an Archangel.
Powers:
- Major: Fire manipulation – As the name implies, Uri can control fire and manipulate it for her own use. She can produce it and extinguish it, cannot be harmed by it, and move it. This can be deterred by drenching her in water (don’t, that’s rude), preventing her from being able to make fire.
- Minor: Calling Card – If you write 1-800-I-WORTHY in ash anywhere and you aren’t just prank-calling (your intentions are just), Uriel is obligated to appear. She usually uses this for her consultation side-job.
- Minor: Judgment – She can’t necessarily mind-read, but Uri can pinpoint whether a person lies or tells the truth, or whether they have goodness in their heart. This is mostly to help her with her job.

Sacred Weapon: Sun Flare – A flame-bladed sword with a black hilt encrusted with red gems. The sword can withstand being set ablaze from Uriel’s fire, which only harms those of ill-intent or malicious character.
Other: Call today and learn if you, too, could score a chance to go to HEAVEN!

"Welcome to H̶e̶l̶l̶!̶ the Underworld!" A Comedy Fantasy rp!

(Pretend this never happened)

Uriel

Name: Uriel (Vasta)
Nickname(s): The Angel of Wisdom, Uri
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age of Death: It was many centuries ago so she’s lost count, but she estimates about 35 years.
Occupation: Grants acceptance to souls to enter heaven (either for temporary visits or permanent residence) based on their worthiness/intentions. For a little extra cash though, she will offer consultations on how to become worthier of heaven (shhh don’t tell the others!)
Species: Archangel
Appearance Description: Despite having died at a later age, Uri takes on a much more youthful appearance (early 20s is what she likes to hear) with nary a blemish or wrinkle on her face. She stands at around 5 feet 9 inches without heels on her feet and flaunts a slight but toned build. On her back are a pair of ashy gray wings speckled with black that could resemble the wood ash at the bottom of a fire pit, a large wingspan as a show of her high position. She sports bright red eyes that even glow in the dark like small embers and charcoal-black hair that sweeps to the middle of her shoulder blades. Her visage isn’t usually layered with makeup, as Uri prefers to go with a more natural look with light gloss and some liner on her eyes. Wardrobe-wise, the archangel will don darker colors that are form-fitting with an array of simplistic but stunning jewelry. Oftentimes she will go with a v-neck black shirt and black skinny jeans, with a pair of red block-heel sandals to complete the look.

Rage Mode

In this form, Uriel undergoes a drastic transformation into a much more formidable creature. Her hair and skin become a dark, stone-like gray to match the cracking horns that protrude from either side of her head and curl backward, ending just a bit forward ahead of her face. Her eyes will retain their unearthly glow, though much more pronounced from anger. Her skin will appear cracked and scarred from many years of fighting, rough and cold to the touch with black protrusions jutting out from her collarbone and shoulders down to her abdomen. Lastly, her wings become completely black, with flickering flames at the ends of her feathers.

Personality: Uri is a level-headed angel with a surprisingly cool aura about her. Though she definitely feels much more superior than her demon counterparts, she tends to keep these thoughts to herself and not act on them, knowing better than to start petty conflict (it’s just not her style). She’s very candid with her emotions and reads like an open book, or as most people may see it. She veils her intentions so well that her cover-up comes to her naturally. She’s attentive to details and is fair in judgment, allowing her to quickly perceive one’s character as a whole. For this reason, she is deemed the wiser of the Archs, as she is not quick to draw her sword before first understanding the root of a conflict. But if given a reason to fight, Uriel will not hold back.
History: Uriel has lived multiple lives just like many of the others. Most of them allowed her to live to an older age, playing the part of a wise woman in most of them before passing naturally. However, before she decided to stay dead, she was killed in a fire. Since then, she started off staying in the underworld before the angels decided to create heaven, moving with the others and moving through the ranks to become an Archangel.
Powers:
- Major: Fire manipulation – As the name implies, Uri can control fire and manipulate it for her own use. She can produce it and extinguish it, cannot be harmed by it, and move it. This can be deterred by drenching her in water (don’t, that’s rude), preventing her from being able to make fire.
- Minor: Calling Card – If you write 1-800-I-WORTHY in ash anywhere and you aren’t just prank-calling (your intentions are just), Uriel is obligated to appear. She usually uses this for her consultation side-job.
- Minor: Judgment – She can’t necessarily mind-read, but Uri can pinpoint whether a person lies or tells the truth, or whether they have goodness in their heart. This is mostly to help her with her job.

Sacred Weapon: Sun Flare – A flame-bladed sword with a black hilt encrusted with red gems. The sword can withstand being set ablaze from Uriel’s fire, which only harms those of ill-intent or malicious character.
Other: Call today and learn if you, too, could score a chance to go to HEAVEN!

Oliver Duport

Name: Oliver Dufort
Nickname(s): Ollie (but it’s a little embarrassing)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demisexual
Age of Death: 25 years
Species: Human
Appearance Description: In comparison to his many elegant family members, Oliver has a much smaller frame and a rather fox-like face. He is about 5 feet 6 inches in height, though oftentimes he will tack on a “and a half!” to this fact when asked. The young man is quite thin, not really one to work out regularly or keep up a good diet for his own good (though he rejects such a possibility, eating ramen doesn’t constitute as a good meal). His skin has an olive glow inherited from his parents, painted with many tattoos crawling across his arms and shoulders. Though what may look like a tattoo around his neck is actually hand-shaped purple and green bruises from strangulation and some scratches from the feud before it. Oliver often wears a look of confusion naturally, as though he is perpetually lost and overwhelmed. His sage green eyes are often constricted to pinpricks of black and shaded by auburn bangs that hang uncombed over his forehead. Clothing-wise, he prefers comfort and functionality over fashion. He’ll wear tees and hoodies, sweatpants and pajama bottoms, flipflops and sneakers. In his mind, there’s no use to color coordinate or flaunt much; People will have to take him as is.
Personality: Oliver is used to keeping to himself, preferring not to feel tethered to people or objects in fear of losing them. Though he grew up with many siblings, he lacks personable qualities that allow him to socialize well among peers or co-workers. He isn’t particularly shy; instead, he finds it easier to do things on his own than with others to save his patience. His emotions are not held back by societal norms, making him quick to anger or sadness or confusion, whichever is stimulated by his current situation. But, he isn’t without some good virtue! He’s genuinely kind at heart, noble in what he believes in. When prompted, Oliver can muster courage in the face of danger if he feels it just to do so, often landing him in some trouble.
History: Oliver’s French immigrant family consisted of his maternal grandmother, his father and mother, a pet corgi, and three sisters and two brothers. These siblings took after their mother’s side, with pristine skin, lavish hair, and ideal bodies, making them favorites with his grandmother. All the kids had a talent for something, be it music, sports, science, dance, so on. Ollie found that he shared none of these qualities, his awkward personality landing himself at the butt of most jokes and jests at the dinner table. He learned to eventually distance himself from the jokes, retreating within himself to focus on what he could manage.
He went to college and did average in his studies, just as expected. Not finding a job right out of school led him back home, where he would pick up odd jobs here and there wherever he could manage. It was around this time that his death occurred. He was asked by his youngest sister to accompany her to a nearby store in the evening, so they walked the streets there. One minute, everything was fine. The next, his sister was being harassed and grabbed by a drunkard they’d never met before. Being the way he is, Oliver got aggressive and tore his sister out of the man’s grip, only to get knocked down by a punch in the stomach. It was then that he was strangled and died from asphyxiation before the cops came.
Other: Junk food is his key weakness, as well as dogs.

"Welcome to H̶e̶l̶l̶!̶ the Underworld!" A Comedy Fantasy rp!

@Cherrywitch Question, for the appearance of the archangel, would they resemble more traditional angels (humans with wings basically) or winged demons?

"Welcome to H̶e̶l̶l̶!̶ the Underworld!" A Comedy Fantasy rp!

Permission to call dibs on Uriel?

"Welcome to H̶e̶l̶l̶!̶ the Underworld!" A Comedy Fantasy RP

@Cherrywitch Good luck with your finger! Take plenty of breaks or else you'll never recover! :o

Greetings!

@Dean Vallence Welcome to RPG!! C:

"Welcome to H̶e̶l̶l̶!̶ the Underworld!" A Comedy Fantasy RP

Posting interest!