#mikhail relevant

— Where does your OC work?

M: Mike works as a bouncer at the Silver Dragon Tavern (‘The Bar’, generally,) and he is the lead of a band he takes pretty seriously in his off time.

R: Rachel is the weeknight floor manager of The Bar, and one of the two bartenders that set schedules - she works the full bar shift from 3pm to close Monday-Thursdays. That’s just topside fun, though.Professionally, she is the Rho'Kaalish of Cania, which translates to 'Karma’ or 'Inevitable’ - she is the person who goes to make sure that people uphold their half of any bargain with her layer of Hell they enter (mortal, already claimed, or Devil led astray), and it’s very rare for her to strike any new ones herself. She only will if asked, and she holds the person asking in esteem.

— Is your OC in a relationship?

Yes. Sort of. The singular is not really applicable. Neither of them are in relationships that are easy to define by human preconceptions of a standard relationship though; and both of their lives look a bit weird looking in, but they’re not from around here.

More importantly, they’re at a happy equilibrium.

— Is your OC sexually active?

They both are, Rachel far more so than Mike.

— What languages does your OC speak?

Mike: English, All Four Dialects of Infernal, Latin, New Draconic beginning Hylian, smatterings of French and Russian and a single phrase of Spanish likening one’s father to a potato.

Rachel: All Four Dialects of Infernal, English and Old English, New Draconic, Latin, Celestial, Beginning Spanish, 'Tourist’s’ Greek, Chinese and Indian

— What turns your OC on?

Mike, fear. Not 'my life is in danger’ fear, but 'oh wow you could kill me without much effort and you know it, wow,’ fear. Intimidation is a big part of devil courtship, and being intimidating is sexually attractive. Mike hasn’t been away from home so long that he’s shaken that off.

Rachel…. Well, it isn’t really hard. But to sustain interest, a good sense of humour and a nice laugh. A certain willingness to be led doesn’t hurt, either.

— Who is your OCs biggest hero?

Mike, his cousin @thatfreakingfennec - he holds Remy in similar esteem but he doesn’t really hero worship him.

Rachel, Daine.

— Is your OC introverted or extroverted?

Mike is a very outgoing, chatty, people-oriented introvert. (Battery low, please recharge.)

The way he blushes, it’s like he’s filling up with purple liquid from his ears and neck into his face, and his eyes widen in some horrified sort of alarm.

Oh, dear nonnie, how dare you. “I, I, I....”

His voice is weak. Confused. Rising in pitch, almost whimpering, as he catches his own tail and hugs it close to his chest, curling in on himself and bringing his wings in around his shoulders for comfort. “I, I don’t, I mean, Pit, uh - you, just...”

“I, I don’t know! I don’t know!” He clutches his head and squints his eyes shut. “It isn’t the same blessed thing! But it doesn’t go away!”

To Remy, Mike offers a broad and toothy grin, and his cheek, tapping it expectantly because dude, duh.

Malachai, too - Pit, he leans across and kisses the succubus’ nose straight off, giving her a hug along with it, tail wagging.

But Cecelia makes his ears twitch, his eyes widen, and he sputters the sip of olive oil (olive oil is good, man,) he’d just taken up onto the table with a cough.  What?     What?Uh.                Uhm.       “Yes.”   Pause. “Yes?” Second pause. “Uh, I mean, s-sure.”

Rachel stares at him for a bit, amused and ears flicking, before she turns a slow grin on Luke.

Mike, it depends on the garment - he likes plaid button down shirts over a tee shirt, but he really likes spotted sweaters or skirts.

Mike’s favourite colour is pink, Rachel’s is plum - sunflower yellow comes in a close second.

Mike’s strengths lie in infectious enthusiasm and zeal for life, an uncanny ability to befriend, or at least endear himself to people, and a keenly curious mind. He’s still in the process of growing, but he’s adapting quickly to the new world he’s in. Rachel has a long and full lifetime of experiences - good, and bad - to draw from, and she does when it comes to advice or how to conduct herself. She’s made her mistakes; she’s done a good job of learning from them.

Conversely, Mike is a bit naive and ignorant in regards to a lot of aspects of human culture still, and the gaps in understanding that he has can lead to anywhere from faux pas to assumptions that can put him in real danger; he assumes we work logically. We do not. (That assumption is being whittled away, albeit slowly.) He also is not familiar with fighting the way most Devils are; he is strong (Boy can carry over a ton if he puts his back into it,) but put him against someone who knows what they’re doing, and he’ll lose - even if that someone’s human. Rachel has ghosts standing behind her, old vices that won’t let her move on, though she’s gotten past the worst parts of recovery. She keeps a lot of secrets, and holds on tight to compassion, preferring not to let people past her outer layer. She also does tend to believe, as she’s over a thousand years old, that she knows how to handle things.

Devils don’t really keep secrets of their own; any they do have are political and belong to the court. They’re schemers, and can’t really reveal the inner workings of Hell to anyone, and both of them do know whether or not someone is damned when they meet them - and they have two damned cousins for whom they know what fate awaits them when time eventually comes to collect.

Enemies are, again, more racial than personal; but for very good reason. Hell is a culture at war, and demons would relish the chance to take either of their lives eagerly to set back their father’s efforts to keep the Abyss from overflowing onto the topside planes. All of Hell is an engine whose sole purpose is to keep Demons off the worlds of the mortal races, and as a result, demons are their top aggressors and enemies, even as individuals.

Honestly, the most noticable thing about either Mike or Rachel is that... well, they’re Devils.

But individually? Mike’s either the big yellow eyes, blond hair that he’s dyed with streaks of black and pink, it might be his clothes if he’s wearing something particularly eye-catching; his wardrobe ranges from skinny teenage boy in silk screens to adorable sweaters and skirts he found, the big cheesy grins that show off a mouth full of nothing but triangular teeth being pulled into alignment by pink braces, how ridiculously long his tail, fingers and toes are or all the piercings he has, depends on what sort of things you prioritize visually.

“Aw, dude.” Mike grins broadly and earnestly, his tail swishing into a cheery wag.

“Dude, man, I love them so much, yeh? Like, man they’re my favorite people up here! Man they mean so much to me, I love how happy they are, it means a lot to me that they’re happy. I love that they love each other too, it’s great. They’re great.”

He beams. “Being in a band with them is great, too, dude, they’re really blessed cool. Iris, too, she does the Drums and Styx, Remy’s sister? I’m glad he has a sister, sisters are great. And just, hanging out and Styx.”