The Underworld
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"Hey, don't be sad. I'll take care of you, alright?"
Name: Belphegor Sloth
Nicknames: Sloth, Belfry, Sleeper, "Slackass" (from Wrath, of course)
Gender: male
Sexuality: omnisexual
Age of Death: 32
Occupation: Head of Soul Division
Species: Sin
Appearance Description:
Belphegor has a very kind and warm appearance, needed to introduce new souls to the underworld without frightening them. He is quite tall and lanky, at about 6'5 1/2" with pale skin. He has slanted deep blue eyes that always seem half asleep, they surrounded with thick darker blue lashes. He has thin eyebrows and a thin pointed nose, his face heart shaped with pointed ears and a thick lipped mouth. Belphegor's bright blue hair is always characteristically in shambles, as if he never brushes it or cares to look in the mirror. He often wears baggy jeans and a big jacket, things that are easy and comfortable to sleep in, and mostly walks around barefoot since shoes hurt his feet. His teeth are all fanged, which is why he never shows them when he smiles, and his nails on both his hands and feet are clawed. He has a blackblue spaded tail that hangs by his knees.
Belphegor's demon form isn't far off from his usual appearance. His hair grows wilder and longer down to his lower back, and two blueblack ram horns appear on his head. His already claw-like nails become sharper and his canines elongated. From his fingertips to his mid-bicep and from his feet to his mid-thigh is a tar black color on his skin. Unlike his usual soft, sleepy voice, in this form his voice is deep, rough and demonic.
Little is known about this form. It was only used once during a drastic battle with the Angels when Belphegor was protecting the humans. For this reason, some refer to it as his Guardian form. Belphegor hates to use it, and will refrain from even speaking about it if he could. It is thought he hates it because the humans he had protected were frightened of him after donning it.
Art by Darksilvania. I only recolored it.
Personality: Out of the seven, Sloth is the most kind of the sins. Though he is unbelievably lazy, often caught slacking off on the job and sleeping under a magazine, he enjoys his job and the humans he watches out for. He is actually quite the big brother type if you get close to him, always patting you on the head and making you feel safe. Belphegor is friendly and childish, known to not take things seriously and especially enjoying to tease Wrath. Belphegor loves to laugh and enjoys company of any kind. He is an animal person, and he loves chocolate.
History: Belphegor, like the other sins, is extremely old. He can't quite remember all of the lives he lived, but the most recent one he died whilst on the job of a security officer. After working a 24 hr day, he dozed off and was shot three times in the chest. It was the most violent of all of his deaths, and it frightened him so much that he decided to become a demon and never return to Earth. Years later, he became a sin, a powerful fighter.
Powers: Belphegor uses mind magics. Things such as telepathy and putting people to sleep. Those with a strong mind are immune to his powers, and leave him virtually defenseless. His biggest power is illusions, which he is able to read people's minds and bring their worst fears to life.
Sacred Weapon: Dream Splitter, a double bladed staff. It increases is illusionist abilities whilst in staff form, while the two dagger form increases his mental ability and focus.
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Name: Unknown
Nickname(s): Mutebox
Gender: female
Sexuality: Demisexual
Age of Death: 19
Occupation: She works in a famous but small bakery shop in the entertainment district.
Species: Human
Appearance Description:
A small girl around 5'4", Mutebox isn't someone noticeable in a crowd. She has a small figure, but due to her short stature is compressed and makes her thicker. Her skin is a dull gray color, and her hair is stereotypically Asian, straight, pitch black and very long down her back. Her face is rounded due to chubby baby fat cheeks, with a somewhat thin but long nose and average round ears that stick out just a little too far from her head. Mutebox has thick black eyebrows, and very long dark eyelashes. Her eyes are completely black and bleed black every now and then, forcing her to carry tissues everywhere. Her pouted lips are sewn together with thin black thread, and there are vague black-and-blue marks on her wrists. She often wears dark, gothic clothing- especially dresses. Mutebox will also cover her mouth with a medical mask in order not to freak people out.
Personality: Mutebox is incredibly shy, with a bad case of social anxiety. It used to be worse to the point she was agoraphobic, but now she simply won't go into places with crowds. Mutebox mostly keeps to herself, usually seen sitting in a quiet location and drawing in her sketchbook, she being an incredible artist. She would make friends if people were patient enough to talk to her slowly and gradually earn her trust, but sadly most people aren't. She doesn't really know how to interact with people properly, and will shy away from physical contact or loud noises.
History: Not much is known about her death, since even bringing up the topic makes her depressed, but it's quite obvious due to her injuries and marks that she was murdered.
When she first arrived in the Underworld, she had realized she couldn't speak. She had stayed in the extra rooms in the Soul division's building until she could find a place to stay. While there, she shared the place with orphans who had passed away. When she signaled her voice box didn't work, after being asked why she never talked, one child piped up "then it isn't a voice box, huh? It's a Mutebox!" Mutebox thought it was such a sweet childish thing to say, and so she adopted that as her new name.
Mutebox has been working at a small bakery for the past decade or so, preferring it since mostly the same customers come everyday. It's easy to miss. Sometimes she brings sweets for the Sins and workers, but mostly she brings them to Sloth, since he absolutely adores their Chocolate Bunny Truffle cake.
Other: Mutebox cannot speak at all, since her vocal chords had been damaged before she died. It's hard for her to communicate with others because of this, the idea of making friends an even more difficult task to accomplish.
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Name: Satan Wrath
(Non-Consentual) Nicknames: Stan, Satie
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual
Age of Death: 23
Occupation: Head of Underworld Security and babysitter to 4 of the other 6 Sins
Species: Sin
Appearance Description: When Wrath is in one of his 'moods', usually set off by Gluttony or Sloth, his nails become harsh claws, and the beginning of his two horns poke through his hair. Normally, Wrath is 5'3, but in his true form, he grows to a whopping 5'9
Personality: Wrath is, well, just about everything you would expect in a sin revolving around fury. Seeming to have no 'off switch', Wrath is in a constant state of irritation, whether it be from a current issue or long passed transgression. He is quick to assign blame, especially if no one owns up to the blunder, and will hold every grudge until he dies. Which, being a sin, is just flat-out no going to happen. His temper is shorter than he is, the only person seemingly stupid enough to skate that razor-thin ice being Sloth.
History: Out of every life that he lived, Wrath seemed to have no happy memories as a human. Slavery, poverty, and drugs were common themes in each, and until his last death, he hadn't lived to see adulthood. During his last life, he had killed his fiance and was sentenced to death by beheading.
Powers: Pyrokinesis and Astral Projection
Sacred Weapon: Although he can also channel his pyrokenisis through it, Wraths triple head flail (made entirely of bone, of course) is mostly for show, but he likes to use it to smash things that displease him.
Other: Not so much of a 'power', but more of a skill, Wrath is adept at climbing seemingly impossible cliffs and walls, no matter how smooth they seem.
LemonadeVik Glitchy Boi
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Name: Lucifer Pride
Nickname(s): Luci
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Age of Death: Pfft- death? HA!- I died at 27
Occupation: Head of State
Appearance Description:
Tan skin with shoulder length black hair. Green eyes with a roman nose. Square jaw with chiseled features to give off that air of power. About 5'11 with a muscular build (his calves though). His day to day clothing consists of a red buttoned up shirt with a black bow tie, dress pants, and shoes; along with a golden watch.
Personality: Like his name suggests he is prideful. He is someone who, unlike Satan, doesn't lash out to others and instead works out his emotions internally, but don't be fooled he is often prone to anger but doesn't actively work on his emotions. When he isn't weighed down by the stress of being a Sin he is actually quite delightful. A total gentleman with clever wit, he is able to charm his way through situations- but this act doesn't help with other sins or people he has known for a while it doesn't work as effectively. To those looking at the sins like a family he is probably the father of the group.
History: Dying in the Great Fire of Rome after his sixteenth run on Earth, he decided to take what he thought would be a short break to work on himself. That short break turned into centuries of perfecting himself. After becoming an occult idol on Earth he basically self-promoted himself as a Sin.
Powers:
Shapeshifting- This ability, while allowing him to change into what every shape he wishes, also allows him to know and turn into a person who is a feared superior to whoever his enemy is, along with taking on the personality of the person to make it seem more life like. (ex (because this is confusing me): let say his enemy is afraid of his boss, this ability allows Luci to know this and turn into said boss allowing with mimicking the boss's personality.
Psionics- while this includes his ability to learn his enemies most feared superior, this also is an umbrella term to psychokinesis and astral projection.
Psionics- while this includes his ability to learn his enemies most feared superior, this also is an umbrella term to psychokinesis and astral projection.
Sacred Weapon:
Morning Star, the sword used to kill Lucifer in the panic of the fire where a rouge was going looting the people as they fled for their lives. It is able to reveal the true self of a person- outside of pride or ego.
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Name: Thurman Douglas
Nickname(s): Thur
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age of Death: 31
Occupation: Secretary of Lucifer Pride
Species: Demon
Appearance Description:
5’4 and minus the snow leopard. Demons horns 
and tail 
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and tail .Personality: (write at least a paragraph, please.) If you were to describe him in one word it would be Nervous. Like a puppy still getting used to its new home, when though he has lived in the Underworld for a while now. Dispute this he is quite cheerful and kind to those who are to him, but is sometimes a doormat. He pushes most of his complex emotions down inside, leading to unintentional outbursts towards those around him. Sensitive to what people say to him or what situation he is in, but always there for people who need a hug and a hot cocoa.
History: A victim of the Black Plague.
Powers: Telekinesis.
Sacred Weapon: He doesn’t have one, but sometimes dreams of having a spear.
Other: Might have a huge-key crush on Luci.
AtomicNut Abusive Contractor
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Name: Charon.
Nickname(s): Annoying Old geezer, The Ferryman (in olden times)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Ladies' man.
Age of Death: He doesn't even remember.
Occupation: Retired old man. Occassional courier. Former Ferryman of the Underworld.
Species: ???? Probably a really old demon.
Appearance Description: Charon is an old, fierce looking man with a piercing stare that usually dresses in tatters. While he looks more or less human, his true appearance is very gaunt. He has spent so much time in the underworld, that even his would-be demonic features have turned into something else altogether.
Personality: Charon is rather cynical and rather bitter, and his bouts of fierce temper have permeated the legends of the underworld for centuries. Even so, he was a most disciplined servant of his duties, and even when Hell changed shape and new Sins were appointed, he kept doing his job day by day without complaining. Relieved of his duties, however, Charon is intent to spend a good chunk of eternity compensating and indulging for so many hours ferrying souls, not giving a damn about other things than himself. Then for his perceived flaws, Charon is still a honorable man of the old school, and he will never disobey a plea. He also seems to have a thing for heroic deeds and impossible tasks, as he was known to bend the rules a little every time and then.
History:An ancient psychopomp, there are many who don't even think that Charon was ever mortal, but a couple of drunken passages alluding to "jerks with iron weapons cutting our bronze swords" seem to be genuine recopilations of an hypothetic human past. He always has carried the duty of escorting new souls to the current lords of the Underworld, at least until recently. Even an incombustible old man like himself yearned for retirement, specially what with their new generations and their ways. So he did. Although he could've reincarnated, waaay too many time spent in the underworld made him still fond of the place, and the demons do have cheap drinks and entertainaments, so why not burn his retirement pension there?.
Powers: Ferryman: Charon's quintessential power, is the ability to travel from any body of fluid (either lava or water) to another with no limitation to distance, placement or even the fact that it could be anywhere on Earth, Heaven or Hell, by using a mystical indestructible boat. Of course, nothing is without restraints, however. Charon can only ferry dead souls to Earth for a very brief period of time, and Heaven does not welcome him any longer after he managed to crash his boat through an Archangel's bathtub, exposing her holy nakedness in the process.
Strength of the Damned: He has to be that strong to be wading a boat full of souls along lava and whatnot. It's best not to challenge him to an arm wrestling contest, even taking in account his skeleton form.
Not So Sacred Weapon: His trusted boatpole. He has fought many times with it, and it is a essential part of the ritual to summon his boat and go anywhere.
Other: Retired old men are funny.
Spanner Patron Saint of spitting on the poor
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Name: Mammon Greed
Nickname/Alias: Hell's Strongest Accountant; Greed
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age of Death: ??
Occupation: Head of the Monetary Division
Species: Sin
Appearance Description: Mammon normally assume the appearance of a young male of average height (174 cm [5'8½"]) with a lean, muscular physique that seems to be heavily marred with scars. He has overall exotic characteristics, with his hair being pure white - and normally maintained at shoulder length and constantly disheveled - and coupled with purple colored eyes and a pale skin that makes one wonder if he ever saw the sun.
His most prominent feature is the scar that covers the left side of his face, starting as a pentagram on his forehead, trailing down in a line that severs his eyebrow and mars his eyelid and hooks slightly at his cheekbone, following his cheek down close to his chin
Mammon's demon form is far from showing an essential change from his usual form, merely demonstrating a more curled hair and golden, reptile-like eyes. He seems to emit an uneasous aura in this specific form.
In the opposite of what his fairly tame demon form shows, Mammon's transformed form seems to be ridiculously different from the norm for demons, being demonstrated as a pure white skull with darkness acting as its body - being akin to the traditionally described appearance of a Grimm Reaper.
Personality:
For those who see him while he is working, Mammon is clearly an stern, overly serious individual without any especially expressive mannerisms and a tendency of lacking any expression in his face. He often acts in a calm, detached way and appears to be ridiculously cold and merciless, favouring efficience over useless blabbering and often acting in a machine-like way when making decisions, appearing to regard the efficient management of the underworld's finances as his sole objective.
Surprisingly, the same individual completely change when he's out of his profeprofessional mode, as he appears to be, in fact, an extremely fun loving individual motivated by nothing other than his own sense of amusement and an amazing ability of attracting trouble to himself, being often seen as unpredictable and even crazy. Amongst th sins, Mammon is known to be the most free-spirited of the bunch, not only caring just for a few selected things but also being capable of showing an extremely easygoing behaviour, able to easily interact with pretty much anyone as long as he feels that it would be interesting to do so and hardly showing anything that slightly resembles discomfort or awkwardness. He also appears to hardly hold the other party position as important, talking in the same informal way with anyone and hardly showing any special respect for someone - fact that is often show during his conversations with the other sins. His main "greedy" aspect is, in fact, his tendency of developing obsessions with certain objects, people or even concepts, desperately trying to keep anything(one) that he holds dear safe from anything(one) that could possibly take or corrupt it(they) - AKA everyone other than himself.
Above all, in despite of what is suggested by the behaviours he often assumes, Mammon is surprisingly sharp individual and possess an intelligence away higher than the norm, having quite the calculative side under all the irreverent behaviour and having a tendency of calculating every act that he takes, taking every single factor in regard before making any decision. Much like what he demonstrates in his work mode, Mammon's utmost priority is maintaining the functionality of the underworld's economy and the safety of his prized treasures, making him extremely dangerous for those who either bring too much of a imbalance to his loved division or try to take anything away from him.
Powers:
Major: As a sin, Mammon has a single unique power that acts as his signature move.
- Drain: Mammon's main unique power, this unique form of magic makes him able to gradually drain his target's abilities through physical contact, taking part of it for himself. This ability seems to qualify anything capable of being used to improve efficience as an ability, being able to drain not only things such as powers or physical prowess, but also knowledge or fundamental abilities, being able to act in more literal things - such as taking away someone's sight or hearing without damaging their sensorial organs - or even more conceptual things, such as taking an individual's capacity of reincarnate or even lifespan to himself.
Minor: Due to the nature of his ability, Mammon has hundredths of minor abilities taken from previous victims - most being weakened to the point of being practically unusable - as well as a sole innate minor ability.
- Darkness Manipulation: Mammon's innate minor ability, this ability is - as the name clearly states - the ability of manipulating darkness and shadows, freely changing their physical state and characteristics to achieve multiple purposes. Mammon's darkness, in specific, seems to be somehow connected to his body, being able to act as a vector for projecting his senses to do things such as interacting or spying on people from a far away place.
Sacred Weapon:
Devourer: Rather than an item, Mammon's sacred weapon is - in fact - his whole left arm, being composed by the ink that completely covers the sin's limb. This "weapon" solely increases his unique ability speed of draining.
AkaiJose A Wandering Artist
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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.
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!
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.
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.
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!
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.
TheWendil The Wendil-Sama™ / ಠ_ಠ
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"Quit slacking off."
⛓ L E V I A T H A N E N V Y ⛓
Height: 154 cm ⛓ Weight: Light ⛓ Age: A Few Centuries Old
Height: 154 cm ⛓ Weight: Light ⛓ Age: A Few Centuries Old
N A M E
N I C K N A M E S
G E N D E R
S E X U A L I T Y
A G E O F D E A T H
O C C U P A T I O N
S P E C I E S
A P P E A R A N C E
P E R S O N A L I T Y
H I S T O R Y
A B I L I T I E S
S A C R E D W E A P O N
Leviathan Envy
N I C K N A M E S
Lisa, Basilisk, Serpent of the Cycled One
G E N D E R
Female
S E X U A L I T Y
Filed and Classified
A G E O F D E A T H
Filed and Classified
O C C U P A T I O N
Head of Filing Division and keeping this place running.
S P E C I E S
Sin
A P P E A R A N C E
— "Why do I need to look more human? Only a Demon can manage this job anyway."
Leviathan Envy is perhaps one of the more feared Sins among the Underworld; not only because of her control over the numerous paperwork needed to keep this place from shambles, but in her appearance as a while. She rarely, if ever, uses a human form and thus remains in her demonic state through work, sleep, and if time allows, recreational activity. Of course, as a Sin, it’s been rumored that even she has a true form. To use it is to have truly singed down the last nerve of her patience.
Leviathan Envy is perhaps one of the more feared Sins among the Underworld; not only because of her control over the numerous paperwork needed to keep this place from shambles, but in her appearance as a while. She rarely, if ever, uses a human form and thus remains in her demonic state through work, sleep, and if time allows, recreational activity. Of course, as a Sin, it’s been rumored that even she has a true form. To use it is to have truly singed down the last nerve of her patience.
P E R S O N A L I T Y
— "You don't have an appointment? Then move to the back of the line."
Out of the entirety of the Sins that lord over the Underworld, Leviathan believes she is the one who takes their job seriously. As such, she has little tolerance for slow behavior and idiocy, especially when she and everyone else know the papers and files that keep the Underworld functioning won’t file, sort, sign, copy, paste, and otherwise work on themselves. Because of this she’s been stated to be cold-hearted to everyone, even towards her fellow Sins. While this may be a bit of an exaggeration, she does get twitchy when work isn’t being done, prone to lecture her peers on the habits of slacking off. Overall she holds a neutral expression and tone on most things, following in short by frowns.
Out of the entirety of the Sins that lord over the Underworld, Leviathan believes she is the one who takes their job seriously. As such, she has little tolerance for slow behavior and idiocy, especially when she and everyone else know the papers and files that keep the Underworld functioning won’t file, sort, sign, copy, paste, and otherwise work on themselves. Because of this she’s been stated to be cold-hearted to everyone, even towards her fellow Sins. While this may be a bit of an exaggeration, she does get twitchy when work isn’t being done, prone to lecture her peers on the habits of slacking off. Overall she holds a neutral expression and tone on most things, following in short by frowns.
H I S T O R Y
— "We have your entire history on record. Just remember that."
Leviathan’s history is nothing as grandiose as the other Sins. At some point a human named Lisa probably died and probably decided to remain in the Underworld as a Demon. During this duration, this new Demon probably became the Sin embodying Envy and was probably tasked with the responsibility of the Underworld’s paperwork. Quite frankly she rejoiced in the offer considering no one else seemed to want the position anyway.
And thus was the history of Leviathan Envy who, by all extents and purposes, is too much of a workaholic to be envious of others. Some of her secretaries have noted that she gives dirty glances to those who goof off and overall have a fun time when they could be working. Even so, it’s said that Leviathan Envy is most happy and at home behind a stack of papers and a pen scribbling madly in her hand and tail.
Leviathan’s history is nothing as grandiose as the other Sins. At some point a human named Lisa probably died and probably decided to remain in the Underworld as a Demon. During this duration, this new Demon probably became the Sin embodying Envy and was probably tasked with the responsibility of the Underworld’s paperwork. Quite frankly she rejoiced in the offer considering no one else seemed to want the position anyway.
And thus was the history of Leviathan Envy who, by all extents and purposes, is too much of a workaholic to be envious of others. Some of her secretaries have noted that she gives dirty glances to those who goof off and overall have a fun time when they could be working. Even so, it’s said that Leviathan Envy is most happy and at home behind a stack of papers and a pen scribbling madly in her hand and tail.
A B I L I T I E S
— "You're going to pay for setting me behind schedule."
⛓ Magnosia: Magnosia allows Leviathan to summon a cloud of black sand that works much like fire, consuming all things in its path. The black sand tends to be more effective against living organisms as opposed to inanimate objects and is considered to be Leviathan’s most powerful ability. She is able to seemingly conjure up the black sand out of nothing and apparently keeps jars of the stuff on display in her office. For work morale reasons.
⛓ Poison: As one can probably imagine, Leviathan’s tail is useful for many things. It’s a great asset in both battle and as a third hand for writing but its true potential lies within. Laced inside Leviathan’s blood is a powerful poison strong enough to inhibit Demons and angelic beings alike, being injected via her tail; though she usually prefers to use it on pompous angels. The poison isn’t lethal by any means but it will hurt. A lot.
⛓ Magnosia: Magnosia allows Leviathan to summon a cloud of black sand that works much like fire, consuming all things in its path. The black sand tends to be more effective against living organisms as opposed to inanimate objects and is considered to be Leviathan’s most powerful ability. She is able to seemingly conjure up the black sand out of nothing and apparently keeps jars of the stuff on display in her office. For work morale reasons.
⛓ Poison: As one can probably imagine, Leviathan’s tail is useful for many things. It’s a great asset in both battle and as a third hand for writing but its true potential lies within. Laced inside Leviathan’s blood is a powerful poison strong enough to inhibit Demons and angelic beings alike, being injected via her tail; though she usually prefers to use it on pompous angels. The poison isn’t lethal by any means but it will hurt. A lot.
S A C R E D W E A P O N
— "It's your own fault this happened."
⛓ Ophidian:Leviathan really doesn’t like resorting to the use of her weapon, because that would mean she’s lost all patience and tarnished the image of the bustling busy bee she’s been working up for herself. Even so, Ophidian takes the form of powerful armor said to be crafted from Leviathan’s own scales. Not only does it drastically increase her strength, speed, and endurance, but the armor is coated in the neon blue, tell-tale signs of Leviathan’s poison. It makes giving her hugs extremely awkward
⛓ Ophidian:Leviathan really doesn’t like resorting to the use of her weapon, because that would mean she’s lost all patience and tarnished the image of the bustling busy bee she’s been working up for herself. Even so, Ophidian takes the form of powerful armor said to be crafted from Leviathan’s own scales. Not only does it drastically increase her strength, speed, and endurance, but the armor is coated in the neon blue, tell-tale signs of Leviathan’s poison. It makes giving her hugs extremely awkward
⛓ T H E M E ⛓
Patches The Man Who Sold the World
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Name: Hawakawa
Nickname(s): Goes by "HK" by her friends
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age of Death: 22
Occupation: Streamer
Species: Demon
Personality: For someone of her size and appearance, HK is a very bashful person in person. Quiet most of the time when talking with people face to face, HK is a real introvert. In the times that she does leave her house, she is quick and tries not to interact with others, other than the occasional friend or worker. However, those who talk with her over chats or at her house, as well as those who get to know her, she is much more open and friendly, if not a bit of a slacker.
History: HK, even when she was human, was always a slacker. She doesn't quite remember how she died, but it doesn't matter to her now. As time went on and different forms of media were created, including methods that allowed people to entertain others and make a living without having to leave their house, she found her calling.
Powers: Heat manipulation: HK is able to raise her body heat to high levels, both allowing her to be a living furnace as well as be immune to extreme temperatures. She can only lower her body heat to a normal body temperature, so she can't make herself cold.
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Name: Eli Emmeson (first name can either be pronouced E-Lie or Eh-lee)
Nickname(s): Raincoat
Gender: Agender, N/A
Sexuality: Too young for relationships
Age of Death: 10-12
Occupation: None
Species: Human
Appearance Description: The image above doesn't 100 percent match their appearance. For one, they always look soaked, as if they just got back from a swim. Sea life, such as barnacles and algae also live on their raincoat.
Personality: Disturbingly mature for their apparent age. Quiet, observant, and rather assertive with their opinions. The type of person to not hide their thoughts on a matter. A bit of a glutton, not one to share their food. Lastly they don't go by any gender. Having died before they came of age, they saw little point in identifying as either as time went on.
History: "I've heard that a town full of parents ready to take you is just beyond the lake," is what Eli heard. Having grown up at an orphanage most of their life, the young child was ready to finally get a family of their own. With a childish, adventurous outlook on life at the time, hearing about a seemingly magical land beyond the lack next to the orphanage, they look a small rowboat and a raincoat and headed on out. But that night, a storm hit. Tossing and turning the boat, the child was at the whim of the waves. In one rough motion, they were tossed over, and hit their head on the rim of the coat.
Since then, they have taken a afterlife in their new world. As time went on, their personality matured, while their body didn't. A odd soul, choosing to wander the lands, interacting with whomever they happen to meet.
]Name: Eli Emmeson (first name can either be pronouced E-Lie or Eh-lee)
Nickname(s): Raincoat
Gender: Agender, N/A
Sexuality: Too young for relationships
Age of Death: 10-12
Occupation: None
Species: Human
Appearance Description: The image above doesn't 100 percent match their appearance. For one, they always look soaked, as if they just got back from a swim. Sea life, such as barnacles and algae also live on their raincoat.
Personality: Disturbingly mature for their apparent age. Quiet, observant, and rather assertive with their opinions. The type of person to not hide their thoughts on a matter. A bit of a glutton, not one to share their food. Lastly they don't go by any gender. Having died before they came of age, they saw little point in identifying as either as time went on.
History: "I've heard that a town full of parents ready to take you is just beyond the lake," is what Eli heard. Having grown up at an orphanage most of their life, the young child was ready to finally get a family of their own. With a childish, adventurous outlook on life at the time, hearing about a seemingly magical land beyond the lack next to the orphanage, they look a small rowboat and a raincoat and headed on out. But that night, a storm hit. Tossing and turning the boat, the child was at the whim of the waves. In one rough motion, they were tossed over, and hit their head on the rim of the coat.
Since then, they have taken a afterlife in their new world. As time went on, their personality matured, while their body didn't. A odd soul, choosing to wander the lands, interacting with whomever they happen to meet.
Name: Beatrice Martin
Nickname(s): Bea, (embarrassingly, her childhood nickname was Bumble Bea)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Age of Death: 28
Occupation: Bonded Courier, though on the side she was a driver and courier for a local division of mafia.
Species: Human
Appearance:
Appearance Description: She is a very small girl standing at 4'11", she never really grew like the rest of her family and blamed it on drinking too much coffee. She has short brown hair and big brown eyes to match. She has a rounded face that makes her look younger than she actually is. It was something of a blessing and a curse that she never appeared her real age.
Personality: Beatrice is an incredibly laid back person, almost too laid back at times. She will often be late for important events due to her calm and almost lethargic demeanor. Despite this, she's a hard worker and tries to fill her time with meaningful distractions. She was also incredibly (if not ironically, given her ties to mafia and otherwise underground peoples) and undeniably gentle. Beatrice could never take violence upon anyone or anything, which gave her the appearance of a doormat. She would rather run away from things she didn't like than making any sort of confrontation. Her hatred of violence aside, that didn't stop her from being her 'brothers' favorite little sister. Beatrice, when crossed, would plant damning evidence on those who angered her and tip off the police. She felt no moral remorse for doing such things. In her mind, those people deserved it. For a while she would even seek out people she deemed in need of judgement, such as rapists who got away with their crime, or drug dealers that would lace their drugs.
History: She did not have a very happy childhood, but she didn't have a terrible one either. Both of her parents were addicts, and she grew up rather quickly. Their drug dealer ended up taking pity on her and so he kidnapped Beatrice from her home when she was 11. She was inducted into the mafia there after and taught how to utilize her childlike appearance to get people off guard. She never resented her parents, and as she began to earn a paycheck through her illegal doings, she would send back most of it to them in the form of paying their bills and buying them groceries. She still went through public school, though eventually the 'father' enamored with her hard working, no-complaining attitude, sent her to a more elite private school, then through college. Despite her higher education and ability to rise in rank, she chose to stay with her favorite brother, Gregory, and do courier work. Beatrice then took to one of the 'sisters' and ended up getting engaged. Not long after her wedding, Beatrice and her wife were caught by a gang and held for ransom. Beatrice negotiated her wife's release, but was hung as an example even after the ransom was paid.
Powers: Though it couldn't really be considered a power, rather than a skill, Beatrice is very sneaky and quiet.
(Totally Regular)Weapon: An old Colt revolver that her 'father' gave her for her 16th birthday.
Nickname(s): Bea, (embarrassingly, her childhood nickname was Bumble Bea)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Age of Death: 28
Occupation: Bonded Courier, though on the side she was a driver and courier for a local division of mafia.
Species: Human
Appearance:
Appearance Description: She is a very small girl standing at 4'11", she never really grew like the rest of her family and blamed it on drinking too much coffee. She has short brown hair and big brown eyes to match. She has a rounded face that makes her look younger than she actually is. It was something of a blessing and a curse that she never appeared her real age.
Personality: Beatrice is an incredibly laid back person, almost too laid back at times. She will often be late for important events due to her calm and almost lethargic demeanor. Despite this, she's a hard worker and tries to fill her time with meaningful distractions. She was also incredibly (if not ironically, given her ties to mafia and otherwise underground peoples) and undeniably gentle. Beatrice could never take violence upon anyone or anything, which gave her the appearance of a doormat. She would rather run away from things she didn't like than making any sort of confrontation. Her hatred of violence aside, that didn't stop her from being her 'brothers' favorite little sister. Beatrice, when crossed, would plant damning evidence on those who angered her and tip off the police. She felt no moral remorse for doing such things. In her mind, those people deserved it. For a while she would even seek out people she deemed in need of judgement, such as rapists who got away with their crime, or drug dealers that would lace their drugs.
History: She did not have a very happy childhood, but she didn't have a terrible one either. Both of her parents were addicts, and she grew up rather quickly. Their drug dealer ended up taking pity on her and so he kidnapped Beatrice from her home when she was 11. She was inducted into the mafia there after and taught how to utilize her childlike appearance to get people off guard. She never resented her parents, and as she began to earn a paycheck through her illegal doings, she would send back most of it to them in the form of paying their bills and buying them groceries. She still went through public school, though eventually the 'father' enamored with her hard working, no-complaining attitude, sent her to a more elite private school, then through college. Despite her higher education and ability to rise in rank, she chose to stay with her favorite brother, Gregory, and do courier work. Beatrice then took to one of the 'sisters' and ended up getting engaged. Not long after her wedding, Beatrice and her wife were caught by a gang and held for ransom. Beatrice negotiated her wife's release, but was hung as an example even after the ransom was paid.
Powers: Though it couldn't really be considered a power, rather than a skill, Beatrice is very sneaky and quiet.
(Totally Regular)Weapon: An old Colt revolver that her 'father' gave her for her 16th birthday.
Name:Clarence Frontwater
Nickname(s):Known as Frontwater to most of his friends.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age of Death:22
Occupation: Musician, nihilist extraordinare
Species: Human
Appearance Description: 6ft, 180 lbs. Leanly built. Dark hair, usually disheveled. Clothes worn are usually nice but disheveled as well. Has lacerations along wrist, along with the glazed-over eyes of an OD victim.
Personality: A nihilist, through and through. His existence doesnt mean anything, life doesn't mean anything, nothing means anything. He's also an Atheist, so this all is a bit confusing. Clarence is a ball of irritated smart assness.
History: After his band (who he was the lead singer of) released a monumentally successful, critically acclaimed album, Clarence fell into a bout of depression. He believed that he would never create anything as great as that album. He began abusing drugs to try and get that Creative spirit he now lacked. After the release of the band's follow up album, which, while still well received, was not the classic that the previous one was, he committed suicide, believing that his life might as well be over.
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:
RumikoOhara Goddess & Benevolent Dictator
Member
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Name: Trish Mystre
Nickname: Trish the Dish (What Else?)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Fluidic
Age of Death: 24
Occupation: Courtesan
Species: Demoness
Appearance: Trish is tall standing nearly six foot just short an inch or half inch depending on who measured her. Her measurements are a state secret but obvious and sinfully curvy. She dresses in what seems goth but lacks the connection somehow and prefers low cut tops that displays her cleavage and the fabric soft and clingy.
Personality: Playful, Thoughtful, Loves to Tease and is Dangerous when aroused
History: Trish is her name simply because she liked it and whatever it was before she doesn’t say and how she died is another thing she doesn’t speak of though none of this seems to be because of trauma.
Powers: Kiss of Jezebel: Anyone who allows Trish into hand to hand combat range risks being kissed by her and feeling what she calls the Jezebel effect. This effect manifests itself by causing a burning desire that grows stronger each passing second after contact till eventually it burns the target in flames as intense as any found in the underworld.
Succubus's Seduction: This power is line of sight and requires eye contact and only the most powerful wills stand a chance of fighting off it’s effects. Once Trish has locked eyes with her target they will become attracted to her and forget all other things outside wanting to please her and and do her bidding even turning on their friends
Weapon: Scourge of Guilt Made from the Spine of some long forgotten Demon the Scourge of Guilt first causes numbing pain that paralyzes the victim as it forces them to relive all the pain they caused others; and it causes horrible wounds while doing so each stroke like a band saw blade slicing through a side of beef.
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