forum Hell's Requiem, Heaven's Choir (Closed OxO, High Fantasy, Dark)
Started by @Null-Gravity language

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@Null-Gravity language

/// WARNING! ///
This roleplay will be mature. Abuse (mental, physical, emotional, etc.), mentions of suicide, discrimination and graphic displays of violence can be expected here. Poverty will be a prevalent theme when in Hell. There may also be possibly sexual themes, though in accordance with andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules, anything explicit will be done in PMs. I don't want to upset people, so if you have problems with any of this, I suggest leaving this one be.

With that out of the way, let's get to the main point of this roleplay. (The description will be short and sweet since I'm tired and haven't finished the first cup of coffee for the day-)

Hell has always been the home for misfits.

The ones cast out from society because they were different.

The ones cast out of their only homes because of one mistake.

So in a way, it wasn't "Hell." It was a Sanctuary.

A sanctuary to sing a requiem for all the others like them who lost their lives for the differentness.

Heaven is the perpetrator of this atrocity. In Heaven's eyes, anything less than piety and devotion to their God is a great crime, punishable by at least the death sentence.

Heaven is a place where the choir sings the praises of His almighty light, and sing their own praises as though they were beings even remotely close to their god's splendor.

The ones who reside in Heaven are terrible to behold, and flawless. Except for one thing. . . they are mortal.

Yes, just like Hell, Heaven itself is a "resting ground," a place for the ones who drive out the unusual and unknown from their lives.

But what happens when one outcast gets to Heaven and a certain conformist gets sent to Hell?

They realize just how corrupted the will of God is, and how much it has seeped into the world, and vow to destroy the corruption theirselves.

When they meet, even the foundations of creation will shake, because what happens when the chosen and the broken become the only chance for survival the world has? Only time will tell. . .

andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s Rules still mostly apply.

Be kind OOC, please.

Do your best to not give one-liners. I'd prefer at least a paragraph, but if you can't do that, that's fine.

Be active at least once a day. I don't want this to stall out.

If, at any time, you feel like you can't keep up or feel like this is going in a direction you're not comfortable with, let me know.

Please ask before joining. I'll be asking for a writing sample, if I'm not familiar with your style.

@RhysTheFirebird group

(Yeah, here you go)

Dustin huffs a soft laugh and shakes his head, closing his eyes for a long moment, "Well. . . and snuggles. I like touching." He casts a side smile towards Jas. This was true. Dustin was used to and raised to show affection with touches. His parents, who were high school sweethearts, had always spent their free time with each other cuddled together on the couch watching movies and eating popcorn. When Dustin had been born,he was added to that snuggle pile. His father would always ruffle his hair and his mother would shower him with kisses every morning while saying something like 'I love you so much, my baby boy!' It was embarrassing when she did it around his friends.
Meanwhile, his uncles on his dad's side would always play rough. Dustin could remember them rough housing with each other, and when Dustin was old enough, they let him join the fun. But his parents always put a stop to it before he got hurt. Eventually his uncles started to greet him with slaps on the back and playful shoves. He smiled slightly at the fond memories.
He blinks when Jas speaks again and then chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck, "It's nothing. Seriously. What is life without a few thrills anyways?"
Dustin blushes and thinks for a long moment, "My Little Guardian. Or, Guardian for short. I read somewhere the name Jasper means guardian of treasure or bearer of treasure or something." He smiles and then looks away, "Maybe, at some point I was doing a little research about you."
Dustin could feel his cheeks turning red and he covers his face with his hand. He then looks at Jasper's phone and smiles, "Maybe. . ." He grins, "Maybe its not, you'll never know."

(I always try to dish out what I'm served, though depending on inspo, responses may be more or less)


(Hi! I know that Rhys already got their hands on this rp, but if you'd be willing to have a second rp of similar grounds, I'd love to explore this idea!)

@Null-Gravity language

(Oh, by no means should you be good by a human's point of view. Be an accurate servant of god, my friend. I'm not talking one of the polite ones either :)

@RhysTheFirebird group

(This really depends on your point of view in religion though, lol. But that’s why I said ‘good’. But, still, I’ll do my best and I think I have the perfect character for this.)

@Null-Gravity language

Basic Info

Name (As a demon/angel):
Name: (As a human):
Nicknames (Optional):
Gender (Biological):
Gender Identity:


Skin Tone:
Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Hair Style:
Body Type:
Identifying Marks (tattoos, scars, birthmarks, etc.):
Usual Outfit:


Basic Personality (descriptive terms, such as "calm" and "kind" can work instead of a full personality description):
Physical Conditions:
Mental Conditions:
Backstory (optional):

@Null-Gravity language

Basic Info

Name (As a demon/angel): Arezias
Name (As a human): Ada Walker
Nicknames (Optional): N/A (Feel free to come up with any for the bastard, however.)
Age: 17
Gender (Biological): Female
Gender Identity: Agender
Pronouns: They/them


Skin Tone: (Hex Color #edd4bb) with (Hex Color #f7e5e1) splotches across their head and body
Height: 4 ft. 3 in. /// 129.54 cm. (4 ft. 9 in. with boots)
Weight: 99.23 lbs. /// 45.009971 kg
Eye Color: Left Eye (Hex Color #00de1a) Right Eye (Hex Color #ff4fbe)
Hair Color: Same color scheme as eyes
Hair Style-

Body Type: Skinny w/ long legs (for someone who stands at about the height of a medium sized dog, at least), slim shoulders and long, dexterous fingers that are skilled at both making music and causing extreme amounts of chaos.
Identifying Marks (tattoos, scars, birthmarks, etc.): They are one giant identifying mark. They usually have a shit eating grin on their face, because, y'know. . . what's the point of life if you don't have fun?
Usual Outfit: Sleeveless (the sleeves were burned off a long while ago) black tee with a print of Slipknot's logo; baggy black pants studded with metal with 5 pounds of chains hanging from the belt loops; 6 inch black platform boots, colored with rainbows on the toes (with enough metal spikes on the toes to make a baseball bat jealous); black fingerless gloves; black beanie with a rose design.


Basic Personality (descriptive terms, such as "calm" and "kind" can work instead of a full personality description): In a word? friend. Gives no shits about societal norms, they talk and think the way the want to, consequences be damned. Verbal filter? Never heard of it. They say everything that's on their mind, for better or worse. . . usually for worse. They wear their heart on their sleeve (so to speak) and never look back with regret. They find interest in all things, tiny or big, from an ant to a rock to fantastic creatures like manticores or dragons. They can't sit still for the life of them. (Warning: introducing this one to caffeine is a bad idea. They've already found the wonders of sugary treats and the entire world regrets it.) Oh, and did we forget to mention they have no sense of direction? They also can't read very well. . . (This one will definitely be an issue.) They love food, no matter what culture it's from or whatever unique flavors it may have.
Sexuality: They're pretty sure sexuality was a cool bug they found last week. Or maybe it was the shiny rock?
Fears: The dark, closed off/tight spaces (which is ironic since they also love tight/closed off spaces because they allow for enhanced chaos), getting lost.
Hopes: Finding a new family
Motivations/Goals: Chaos.
Hobbies: Causing chaos, collecting things (including not very shiny things. Bones, concrete shards that have cool shapes, this weird little twig that looks kinda like a question mark. . .), finding cursed food combinations, sleeping
Talents: Starting fires, starting fights, causing chaos, eating (you'd be surprised just how much money this one will force you to spend to satiate their unending appetite. . . we don't talk about the Boar Incident of '21. Some things are never meant to be remembered. . .), sleeping (Olympic napper right here. Has been known to sleep through earthquakes and the occasional tornado)
Physical Conditions: N/A
Mental Conditions: ADHD, CPTSD
Backstory (optional): (Not quite yet.)