Name Charles Clarkson
Nickname(s): Nutjob, Black Omen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age of Death: 26
Occupation: (Self-appointed) Investigator, Local conspiracy theorist.
Species: Human
Personality: As a man that lived a life full of misfortune, Charles has learned to be careful about anything especially nice or good things, he is not an optimist by any means since life has a way to mess every nice thing in his life. In spite of his misfortune, Charles is headstrong and refuses to give up, trying and trying many times again until he decides it's an impossible task or he succeeds. Charles has never been on friendly terms with the demons or at least that's how he sees it. He believes they have some dark and twisted agenda, and he must discover it before he meets with a terrible fate.
History Charles life was filled with bad luck from the moment he was born, and even before that as his mother passed under 13 stairs, broke 13 mirrors, threaded on 133 cracks, ran across 13 cats, a single magpie and somehow accidentally made a guy who was carrying a bag with 13 kg of salt trip and spill all his salt on her way to the hospital where she accidentally opened her umbrella inside.

Still, there were no problems during labor, and on a stormy Friday 13th, Charles was born. As expected his life was filled with misfortune and challenges, not enough to kill him but enough to make him into a paranoid man who knew that he was the universe plaything. Charles would die after he choked on his food and while struggling to breathe fell on the stairs breaking his legs and arms, with a fire breaking out soon inside his neighbor's house that quickly spread into Charles house and burned him alive.

Charles wasn't surprised when he saw that he ended up in hell, with all his bad luck it would be a miracle if he went somewhere nice after death. Upon further inspection he became more confused, apart from the lava pits and the demons this looked like an average city on Earth, this was too good to be hell and why would anything nice happen to him. This must be a ploy of the demons, a secret plan to make people suffer even if they didn't know they were suffering. Since arriving at the Underworld, Charles has dedicated to finding evidence of this theory.
Powers: Bad luck: Destiny somehow conspires to make Charles suffer, mostly by making him suffer accidents resulting in enormous pain or him losing something important.
Fire: Since he was burned alive Charles is covered in flames head to toe. Most times his flames are harmless except once in a while where they burn everything to ashes, mostly when he is holding something important,
”Sacred” Weapon A rusty shovel: The only thing Charles has used during his stay in the underworld that hasn't broken, got lost, or burned to ashes after being utilized for a long time. At this point, Charles believes this shovel was sent by God or one of the angels.
Other:

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.

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!

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.