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Name/Preferred Nickname: Kii, Your overlord Personal/Alternate Account: gaysasdicks Timezone: EST

In Character— (Tell us about your character!)

Name: Uvall Gender: Male Demon or Angel: Demon Species: Energy Eater(Demon who needs to steal energy from others to survive.) Birthdate: Unknown Age: About 7,800 Height: 6' Hair Color: Silver Eye Color: Green Rank: 1st Elder Faceclaim: Fenris from Dragon Age 2

Ability:  Chrono Foresight - Uvall can see visions of past, present, and future. He can see along multiple timelines. He is able to see things such as, what a person would have been named if they were born a different gender. Or what might happen to you in the future depending on what choices you make.  Energy Manipulation - He can create things out of energy, such as balls of it to harm other people, or a prison to capture enemies in. Or even things such as a key to unlock things, or a sword. Enhanced Magic - The markings burned into his skin were made by energy. When using his powers the markings on him glow, making him not only stronger, but give him the use of various elements.

Energy Teleportation - See the Utanthia page.

Personality: Uvall is wise and calculating, at first he may come off as cold, harsh, and judgmental, but this is only due to his age. Though he has a temper, he is also very kind. Underneath his cold gaze is someone who wishes to find someone to spend the rest of his years with. Uvall knows he can't give out details of his future visions. Doing so could cause ripples, and make the outcome of the future a disaster. So instead of saying he won't tell you, he taps the tip of his nose and smirks, as if saying 'it's my little secret.'

Background: Uvall was born a very long time ago, back when Utanthia was first founded. Utanthia is actually not the only demonic realm out there. There are several others as well. His family was among the more respected demons of Utanthia, they lived close to the castle. Each king the Kingdom had enjoyed using Uvall for his foresight. However, the young demon never revealed too much which angered the kings. They kept him around anyway, in hopes he would change his mind. Uvall also had a younger brother. Niull. Niull didn't have powers like Uvall did, but he did share his brothers need to steal energy. Unlike the prophet who only took what he need. His brother loved to take ever last bit from his victims. He also preferred the energy of innocence. Uvall spent most of his life protecting Niull from being judged. And when the king came to him offering a spot as an Elder to keep the prophet close. He continued to protect his brother, breaking the laws he was suppose to enforce. Niull and he were the last of his family now, and had grown... quite close. Closer then brothers should. Uvall didn't want to see his brother sent to limbo. However, Niull was caught many decades later, and though it killed Uvall inside to do it, he was the one who had to send his brother to limbo, unless he wished to go as well. Uvall's cold behavior worsened after that, and he blamed himself for not saving his brother, or better protecting him from being caught. He lost not only his last remaining family, but his lover as well. Uvall had not yet received the markings on his body which made him weaker back then. If only he had them, he could have better protected his brother. Uvall took a hiatus from his job. He needed to get away for a while, think things over. He found a group of Native Americans who were familiar with all things demonic. They believed in the afterlife more then any other humans the Elder had met. He grew fond of their company and spent many years with them, training and becoming stronger. That is where he learned of the ritual in which gave him his markings. Demons with powers that involve energy can always feel that energy flowing through them. Most can only make it come out of their hands. The ritual was to burn etching in the skin with energy magic to make it easier for an energy user to use his powers more freely and more powerful. The natives thought him insane for wanting the markings all over his body, but did so anyway.  It was a painful experience, but Uvall says the pain was not as bad as having to kill his own brother. He went back to his job as if nothing had happened. The king was surprised to see the Elder with the markings, but also intrigued by the increase in his power. He sent the elder out onto a great mission. An army of mutts were working for an evil man, threatening to attack the castle. The king sent him to do away with these creatures, but underestimated how hard the battle would be. Uvall spent 200 years locked in battle. Fighting each and every one on his own. He has finally succeeded, and is to return.

Name/Preferred Nickname: Plaid Personal/Alternate Account: plaidsleep Timezone: PST

In Character—

Name: Vera Zharkov Gender: female Hunter Type: supernatural Birthdate: January 25 Age: 25 Height: 168 cm Hair Color: white Eye Color: light blue Location: Moscow, Russia Faceclaim: Koko Hekmatyar - Jormungand ; Nastya Zhidkova - IRL

Weapon: taser (for self-defense)

Personality:

Vera is, first and foremost, a businesswoman. She shows the tenacity of one, the level-headedness, the eagerness to take responsibility and show results. She does it all with a deceiving grin, hiding her true intentions behind a mask of unnerving serenity. The lady has a good head on her shoulders, and looks like she could decapitate yours with just a look.

Outside of business, Vera is very much a child. She likes to joke, throws tantrums, and pull harmless pranks to amuse herself. She is also much darker than she appears, though not necessarily in an evil way. Her schemes are not always clear, and her goals very murky. She likes to be a mystery as she plays the part of a saint.

Background:

Vera is a child born to very unique circumstances. She is the daughter of a Russian mafia head and has the condition of albinism, making her quite a rarity not just in position, but in appearance as well. Her life therefore has been a constant mix of danger and safety. Several assassination attempts and the conditions of her body gave her a very sheltered childhood. As she matured, matters changed.

The girl sought the world outside and the realms beyond. Her ambitions brought her wealth, status, and great knowledge both of this world and the next. Rumors and first-hand accounts told of an angel and demon homeland, and from those tales Vera shaped her life.

Vera’s motives are a complicated jumble. She holds justice as her one guiding truth, but that justice is defined by her own rules. She supplies weapons and information to hunters of the paranormal, and offers the same to the paranormal themselves. It’s all a matter of who hurt whom first, who stands the highest on unfair ground, and who’s willing to pay the most.

Her one clear goal is to become an angel once God strikes her down. In order to do that, she must remain pure, and thus far, she has. No drugs, no violence, no killing, and no sex.

What keeps Vera clean is a small loophole in the system. Her albinism keeps her from properly taking aim with a gun or any weapon. So instead of dirtying her own hands, she hires others to dirty theirs. She finds every flaw in the system and in laws and works through the tiniest of cracks to get what she wants.

Name/Preferred Nickname: Your Majesty Personal/Alternate Account: Classified Timezone: Unknown

In Character— 

Name: Israfil Gender: Male Demon or Angel: Demon Species: Tainted Fallen Angel turned Vampire (Previously: Regular Atiel) Birthdate: December 9th Age: 3011 Height: 6’ 1” (185cm) Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Red Rank: Peace Keeper Faceclaim: Ryuko from Monochrome Factor

Ability: 

Regeneration—The ability to heal himself, and regrow limbs and organs, excluding his heart.

Enhanced Senses and Reflexes—Self explanatory.

Venom—His bodily fluids are all toxic, the strength of which he can control by will.

Partial Shifting—The ability to shift parts of his body, such as growing claws, fangs, wings and the like.

Personality:

Soft spoken

Easily emotional

Gentle

Devoted

Background: 

Born as an Atiel, Israfil had always dreamed of meeting his soulmate. He would wonder if a person he passed on the streets, or his new classmate, or maybe an elite would be his soulmate, even if his timer said “84 years.”

As slow year by year passed by, Isra spent his days studying to become a doctor. He had little more power than a human, however medicine was a skill learned rather than born with. His efforts paid off when he was accepted to an advanced academy for medicine, when he was 37.

With 47 years left until he met his Atiel soulmate, he figured he could spend a few decades away from his city pursuing his career. The years passed by in a breeze, and before he knew it, his timer only had a week remaining.

He rushed back home immediately.

For the first few days, he went out practically every day, walking around everywhere, talking to everyone who would listen about how excited he was to meet his soulmate. By the third day, everyone knew he was, and his entire neighbourhood was just about as excited as him to meet his soulmate. Except his siblings, who were ready to rip his hair out if he ranted about who his soulmate might be one more time.

And by the time his timer said “30 minutes,” “20 minutes,” “10 minutes,” he was ready to rip out his own hair. 

It was dusk, and the had just set, leaving a violet glow in the sky. It was the perfect setting, except he was completely alone outside.

Pacing anxiously, he wandered around the desolate town with his nerves almost falling off the edge.

Five minutes, four, three, two…

A pained yelp, quickly muffled by something, rang from near the walls of the elite city, which his town was right next to. On instinct, and years of medical training, he rushed toward the source of the sound—completely forgetting about his timer.

At the edge of the wall, he found a young elite on the ground, one of her beautiful four wings bent at an angle it shouldn’t be, and another elite girl frantically trying to teleport to get help. She looked up the same time as he saw her, their eyes met—and his timer hit zero.

It turns out she was born in a strict family, and was trying to sneak out with her friend to celebrate her 100th birthday, and because she had a feeling her soulmate wasn’t anyone in her city. She was right, it turned out.

Her wing was only dislocated, but it would still more medical attention and equipment than he had on him. So he offered to take her to his home, and her friend almost agreed for her faster than herself.

His every romantic instinct kicked in at once, and it seemed hers did too. Because right after he picked her up—princess style, of course—she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

It seemed he had healing powers, after all. As their tattoos glowed, twin designs of winding crescents encircling their wrists—blue sparks snapped and cracked from his fingertips, jolting through her and snapping her wing back into place. It was a good thing he chose to become a doctor.

One hundred years passed full of turmoil in the form of her parents outraged her soulmate was a regular atiel; then two hundred where her parents finally started accepting him. Three hundred, four, one thousand years passed with the couple completely inseparable, spending most of their time in the elite city. 

After that, it was about time they stopped being so dependant on each other. A painstaking, but necessary decision later, Israfil (who had completed his medical training by himself in the past 1000 years) moved to the royal palace to become a doctor there, and Isabelle, his soulmate, stayed back in the elite city to become a teacher. 

Another thousand and some years passed, and they expected their entire lives to be happy and peaceful.

One day, he got a message from Isabelle, saying her friend, Anapiel—the one that was there when they met for the first time—was going to meet her soulmate that day. Isabelle was asked to go along with her, and of course, Israfil was invited as well. He declined, as he was a doctor in the royal staff, and couldn’t leave just for things like that.

That night, he woke up screaming.

His tattoo burned like acid, and he knew. 

Isabelle was dead.

Israfil rushed back to the city immediately, frantic and devastaded—however he wasn’t allowed within the elite city.

Isabelle was killed by Anapiel in an accident. Anapiel’s powered awakened the night before, the power of fire. And in her delight, and immaturity in showing off, she lost control of it. A few of her friends were injured, however Isabelle, who was closest to her, trying to stop her, took the worst of it all.

It was no secret Isabelle was looked down upon in the community, she was an elite, yet she was soulmates with a regular. 

However Anapiel, little, innocent Anapiel who was soulmates with another elite as she should, well, all she did was make a little mistake, right? It wasn’t her fault, not at all—rather Isabelle’s, for being so close to her. They couldn’t let Anapiel’s life come crashing down around her just like that, just because of Isabelle.

The elite community covered it up. They claimed Isabelle died in an accident, claimed her body was never found. Isabelle’s own parents made up a lie, marking her off as unstable, saying she was on the verge of falling.

And Israfil was beyond furious.

He began to hate them, the elites. Those who killed Isabelle, those who pinned the blame on her—he never even saw her body

Israfil knew he would fall soon, after all, angels can’t remain holy while hating their own kind. So before his wings disappeared, he left. He went to Utanthia, and tore off his fading wings. After convincing a vampire to turn him into a demon, he went under the radar.

For four hundred years, he planned his revenge.

And over the next five hundred years, he extracted it. Being a demon without any status meant he couldn’t step foot within Aniova, but that didn’t stop him. Angels visited the human or demon realm every once in a while, and all he had to do, was track them down.

It didn’t take long for rumours, and history to spread like wildfire within Aniova, with Israfil’s very obvious choice target: elite atiels, all with some connection to a long forgotten incident regarding a girl named Isabelle.

It also didn’t take long for them to figure out who he was. Hard as it was to escape angel hunters when they knew his idenity, he managed it.

His last victim, after countless others—was Anapiel.

He intended it to be quick, but she was powerful, and he found out she was the one who killed Isabelle. Israfil managed to kill her in the end, but not before receiving grave injuries himself.

The hunters were catching up, and he was too injured to move. He expected it to be his end, he was fully prepared to die.

However it wasn’t a hunter who found him, but the young king of Aniova himself. 

And he knew. He knew about Isabelle, he knew about Israfil, he knew what the elites did—he knew everything. He understood why Israfil did what he did, how he felt—he put all of Israfil’s burden into words, all of his anger, hate, everything.

Instead of killing him, the king gave Israfil a lifeline, another chance even though he deserved none.

And for the first time since Isabelle’s death, Israfil felt hope. For the first time, he wasn't plagued by memories of Isabelle, or harboured hate, and in that moment, all he could see was the king.

His world crashed again the moment the king took his hand, and pulled him up.

Name/Preferred Nickname: Kii Personal/Alternate Account: gayasdicks Timezone: EST

In Character— (Tell us about your character!)

Name: Synth (He won't reveal his birthname ever.) Gender: Male Demon or Angel: Demon Species: Fallen Angel - Tainted Birthdate: June 4th Age: 331 (Appears to be about 19) Height: 5'10" Hair Color: Silver/White Eye Color: Blue (Turn red when using his demonic taint) Rank: Head Doctor Faceclaim: Nero from Devil May Cry

Ability:  Demonic Taint - His entire right arm has been tainted by an unknown species of demon. He cannot always control it. Almost as if the arm itself has a brain of its own. Sometimes it does what he wants and other times... The arm itself has advanced strength, and it also multiplies his other abilities by a lot.

Advanced Healing - Synth can heal almost anything with his powers. Though some things still need human medical attention. His healing is more like an extremely advanced human medic. His taint multiplies this ability. Dark Chi Manipulation - This is only possible when using his taint. Synth starts to glow, as does his arm. His eyes also change red. He is able to control chi that has been tainted by evil. Due to this, he gains access to powerful dark abilities and forces that are able to give him incredible power. However, his force of will, compassion, and sanity are all lost due to being over taken by evil. However, in return for what has been lost, the user becomes a powerful force to reckoned with. He can come back from this though, and returns to normal like nothing happened.

Personality: Synth is still very much like an angel even though his blood has turned completely demonic. He's still very innocent to some things, and he's also still very caring. He's big a buff, but he's pretty much just a big teddy bear. He also likes to crack jokes, usually at his own expense. He's just very charming. However, when it comes to his work he can turn very serious very quickly in order to get things done. In battle he turns a bit cocky too, his demonic blood boils in a sense, changing his innocent, charming ways.

Background: Synth was originally an angel. He even looked different. He was thin, and short. His hair was an average shade of brown. He looked like an ordinary little by besides his small white wings. His parents were both doctors in the Aniovian Infirmary, and he wanted to be one also. Though he was given only small healing powers and that seemed unlikely to his parents. They didn't see him becoming an advanced doctor, especially not one in the castle. However they did want to have a child who could take over for them when they retired. And so they bread one. Both had scientific abilities as well as medical abilities, and with those techniques, they grew a more advanced child inside Synth's mother. The called their new son, Nomi. He was their pride and joy. Though Synth was jealous of his new brother, who had advanced medical and scientific abilities no one in Aniova had ever seen, he loved him anyway. He knew because of how massive his brothers powers were, many would try and take him away. So though Synth was jealous, he vowed to protect his brother no matter what happened. Whenever he was alone however, Synth practiced and practiced constantly with his abilities. Their parents were very hard on Nomi. Unlike Synth he didn't want to be a doctor at all. He wanted to help people yes, but he didn't want all the stress that came with working. They constant pushed him and pushed him, and Nomi was miserable. He often hid away with Synth and watched him practice instead of doing what his parents wanted.  When time came for their parents to retire, Nomi disappointed them by telling them he did not what what they wanted for him. They were angry, and so Synth stepped forward, showing them how advanced his medical abilities had become. They were happy again, distracted by Synth, they were no longer angry at Nomi. He was free to do what he wanted now. For years Synth took their place as a doctor, though he realized their was a lot of stress to it. So he took a year long break, living in Utanthia to research the different demonic taints the demons could affect people with. He was called back when he learned of a civil war that the queen had started. Juni's mother. He knew she was a harsh queen, but he had never thought she would start a war in her own kingdom. Most everyone did as she said due to fear, but Synth didn't want to. She was wrong and he wanted to do something about it.  The queen overheard his plans to stop her, and punished him in front of the whole kingdom. She ripped his wings clean off his back, sending him straight back to earth as a fallen angel. Synth let his anger get the best of him then. Not only was he powerless. He was now unable to protect his brother like he had promised. So he returned to Utanthia in search of any kind of demon who could help him. The medic thought he had found someone to agree to help him bring down the queen, but in the end the demon betrayed him, tainting him causing him to slowly change into a demon himself. For years he didn't know what to do with himself, his taint had completely taken over his right arm. He had limited control over it, it was hard to live like this. Nomi came to his rescue. He crafted a glow that would quiet the taint and give him back control. He was finally able to try and look for a new purpose. He got messed up in a fight that was happening with one of the kings knights, and a mutt. After killing the mutt with the new dark powers, he ran to the guards aid, he wanted to heal him, help him get better, but healing abilities were angelic powers... he was no longer an angel. And yet, as he hovered his hands over the demons wounds, the wounds began to heal. He was amazed he still had angelic powers, powers he knew he didn't deserve. He had sinned.  The knight was grateful and for his help, he talked the king into letting him become a doctor within the castle. No one inside knows he is a fallen angel, nor do they know he has limited control over his arm. He never takes the glove off in public. It's dangerous, and often it can feel threatened, if it believe someone would want to cause it's master harm, it would use it's powers on it's own, killing them. Synth does not want to sin more than he already has.

Roleplay Example: (Taken from Multi OC blog, I've written the other persons parts so I can put multiple posts in one thing)

Troy wanted to take Synth out on a date, he had been working too hard lately, and really needed a break.

"Take a day to relax." Synth's brother had suggested, shooting a glare at Troy. It was his job to make sure it happened after all.

"Don't worry Nomi, I won't let him lift a finger."

"Well I have to lift some kind of finger. What if we go out to eat?" He said raising an eyebrow. "What are you going to do, feed me?" He chuckled, moving away from the beds and beckoning Troy over. Besides Viper there was no one else in the infirmary. It was an abnormally slow day. Probably the calm before the storm.

The hunter chuckled. "Why not? We should go though. I know this great italian place. Or... I could cook for you?"

Name/Preferred Nickname: Taco Personal/Alternate Account: cuteasdicks Timezone: Central

In Character— (Tell us about your character!)

Name: Bao Gender: Indeterminate Demon or Angel: Demon Species: Devil  Birthdate: December 7th Age: 135, but visibly around 13 Height: 4'10 Hair Color: Blue Eye Color: Green Rank: Nurse Faceclaim: Erio Touwa from Denpa Onna to Seishun Otoko

Ability: 

Health Manipulation - Can speed up or slow down the healing process, sense wounds, diseases, and other foreign things in a patient's boy. Developing their ability to do the same for mental health. This ability can be used either positively or negatively.

Seduction Immunity - Powers of supernatural-ish seduction are lost on them, with especially strong ones being weakened to a point of being able to snap out of it.

Personality: Outwardly very innocent and childish, but they have been around for far too long to truly act that way, but they are still very convincing. Has a tendency to take their mischief a little far, becoming a little cruel, and experimentation on a patient of their's isn't unheard of from time to time. An excellent medic, they know the ins and outs of the physical form very well. They've had a lot of time to practice and learn.

Background: A relatively happy child before being attacked by a Mutt, but of course, they have no idea about that. All they know is spending a lot of time in the Utanthia hospital due to the painful process of becoming a Devil, discovering their own abilities, and observing the other nurses and doctors doing their work.

Roleplay Example: (sorry I'm a dumb baby here's a stupid blurb for this character) 

Name/Preferred Nickname: Xin Personal/Alternate Account: littlebluedrops Timezone: EST

In Character— 

Name: Carlos Aequus Iusti Gender: Male Demon or Angel: Angel  Species: Virtue of Diligence Age: 312 Height: 189cm Hair Color: Silver Eye Color: Harvest Gold Rank: King of Aniova Faceclaim: Sion Astal - Legend of Legendary Heroes

Ability: 

Perfect Photographic Memory- Carlos has remembered every word of every book he had read in the past. This molds him into being a good leader as well as developing a good sense of judgement. Though because he’s constantly remembering things, he has some major mood swings, but he doesn’t show it on the outside most of the time.

Absolute Command- Carlos has always given the impression of a natural leader, and had a intimidating yet calming effect of people. It would cause them to look up to him. However when this ability of his is used, the victim will be in a hypnotic state for minutes. And in that trance state, they will abide to any sort of order that he gives wholeheartedly. This trance like state only lasts for 30 seconds maximum despite the decades he’s put into completing it. 

Personality: 

At first glance, Carlos is kind and compassionate towards most people he considers relatively close to himself- and that’s certainly true. Except in his case, he will not tolerate any form of fakery from others. Be it that he if the virtue of diligence itself, he simply cannot stand others. However, he’s rarely frowning nor hold anger on his face. He does this to calm himself down, and for the most part it works for him. Though that doesn’t necessarily mean that he never gets angry. He does- just not even close to how much the normal person/angel does though. Perhaps he drops his smile once every decade. Sometimes less.

Background: 

Carlos was never truly outstanding. He was indeed gifted with the virtue of diligence as a young child, however he wasn’t very capable at putting his gift to use like the other children have. Therefore after a decade of resultless training, his parents gave up on him. Everyone betrayed their expectations of him, and there was nothing Carlos could do about it. But what he hadn’t known at the time was that his power was actually slowly growing.

A few decades after setting aside his special gift completely, Carlos’ well honed physical abilities, intelligence and strong sense of leadership to others were noticed by the previous Queen and King of Aniova. At the time, Carlos was nothing more than a small time kingdom guard. Never had he expected to be chosen to guard a royal- much less the next heir to the Queen’s seat. Furthermore, he wouldn’t have imagined that the next queen would  have been so fair and beautiful would turn out be a man. The passing away of the royals meant coronation of his “lady”. He eventually married into the family,  becoming the next King alongside of his one and only Queen.