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Name: Zion Orion
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance-
Eyes) Blue-Green, kind of like the sea
Hair) Jet black with hints of blur and purple undertones
Skin) Light gold
Height) 5'7"
Weight) 176lbs
Body Type) Lean and light
Identifyable Features (such as horns, wings, etc.) N/A
Personality: Zion is a sweet and kind guy. Most of the time. When he's calm and happy, he's nice and sweet. He'll joke around and pretty much be an idiot. When he's mad, he can be a legitimate asshole, and prickly. He has no bounds when he's mad. When he's scared, he usually looks adorable.
On the outside, most people see a creative and bright spirited young musician. One who loves to laugh and joke around.
On the inside, Zion struggles with self-confidence, always seeking the confrontation from Other people that he's good enough. He is very clearly a co-dependent.
Likes:
- Making Music; It's the one thing that he knows He's good at and doesn't need other people's confirmation to tell him.
- Baking; He loves baking for no reason.
- The Supernatural World: Specifically Hell; He has no reason why, but he loves spending time in his family's large library and reading, what he believes to be myths, for hours about the demons and the realm of Hell.
Dislikes:
- His Cousin; For reasons that will soon be found out.
- Staying Still; He always feels like he needs to be moving, and he hates the feeling that he has to be still for anything.
- Being Lied To; Lying is a big no-no for him.
Fears:
- That no one actually likes him, that they only like him because he's famous and has money.
- Losing everything he's ever known.
- His own blood. He faints when he sees it.
Conditions-
Mental) He struggles with self-confidence
Physical) N/A
Background:
Other:

Name: Darius Nevin Sanguinex
Age: Technically 625 years old, but looks roughly around 22
Gender: Cis Male
Appearance-
Eyes) He has upturned hooded eyes that look like they're in a permanent sharp glare when he's not trying to appear friendly. His eye color is ice blue, which clashes with his red aesthetic. Darius isn't too much of a fan of makeup unless it's around the eyes, in which case you'll see him rocking black and red eyeshadow, black on the top and red on the bottom, the colors blend at the edge of his eyes.
Hair) Has short black hair dyed a vibrant red, though he doesn't really take care of it that often so it dulls out and you can see a bit of his black roots coming in. It looks like a mess of black and red but mostly red over the black. Because his hair is short and straight, he doesn't really have to do anything to it, he just touches it up here and there in the mornings when he has a bedhead. The sides are shorter than the top, the top pushed to the front in a messy quiff except he doesn't bother to slick it back, not even a little.
Skin) Darius has an ivory skin tone, looking a little paler than most, but he doesn't look unnaturally white or sickly. Some parts of him will look a bit red, like his cheeks, not that he blushes easily it's just that he's mostly very cold all the time, especially in his hands and other parts like his knees, because the blood vessels underneath will appear more visible as they try to warm him up.
Height) 6'1"
Weight) 171 lbs
Body Type) A combination of ectomorph and mesomorph, not having a lot of muscle to him, he's not quite as well as he could be weight-wise, which is why he appears so thin, but he doesn't really care for eating either anyways so he stays the same weight, occasionally indulging in meals he finds appealing, though, it's very rare. He's also very picky in that sense.

Identifiable Features (such as horns, wings, etc.) Looks the same, except his skin is a mahogany red color, the sclera of his eyes is pitch black, and the iris remains a cool blue color. From the tip of his nails, all the way to his elbows is inky black, looking like he dipped it in paint and took it back out, except it slowly blends with his red skin. Darius' fingers are slightly longer in his demon form, the nails coming to a sharp point, looking like he has acrylics on, except he doesn't. He has two sets of horns, two that curve up and back, and the two others beside the initial first ones wrap around the ears like ram horns.
Has a long tail that isn't as long as other demons, but still pretty long. The end looks like an arrowhead that comes to a point. Had wings at one point, but not anymore.

Personality: Darius has a nasty personality. He is a demon after all, and even if he wasn't he would still be one of the worst kinds of people you'd see around. He discriminates against anything remotely human, which is why he hates looking like one. He views most humans as objects and not really something to be respected. He could care less about how they feel and actually likes the idea of seeing them suffer. The man is very controlling and manipulative to a disgusting degree when it comes to getting what he wants. Most of his good qualities if he has any are overshadowed by his bad ones. He's a walking red flag, all bad things rolled up into one and he doesn't exactly try to hide it. He's gotten better at blending in with the humans, but he's very much still the "asshole" personality type as a human. Most steer clear of him, the only ones that flock to him are ones with strong personalities that can deal with Darius' crude language and insults.
Darius insists he does not have a soft spot, but human gambling and drinking have his whole heart, he thinks it's the best thing out there and hates that they made something so good. Yet he refuses to see the good in human nature.
Darius wouldn't be labeled as someone who's depressed due to past events, anger more than anything drives him. There was a time when he was severely depressed, but those days have passed. If anyone stirs up that part of him by bringing his family up, it will bruise his ego, and it might trigger that bit of sadness to creep up on him. He's sensitive in that area.
Darius may not be a good person now, but there's still a lot of room for him to grow, given time and patience, he might surprise you. Might. He's very set on his ways and the challenge to get him to even consider a human worthy will prove to be near impossible.
Likes:
- Alcohol and Energy Drinks, they make him feel things physically and he likes that
- Attention, i.e., praise. Whether it be negative or positive, he likes it all, though, leans more towards liking the positive attention for some reason, having had a lot of negative attention in his life already
- Always seeks warmth because he likes how it feels. As in, blankets, jackets, heaters, warm drinks, hot showers, etc. You might even be able to bribe him by offering him a fluffy blanket that's been freshly taken out of the dryer
Dislikes:
- Humans, specifically the Orion family, but everyone is fair game
- Eating. He has to do it to blend in with others, but he despises it. He'd rather drink something than eat. It also mostly has to do with the fact that he hasn't found anything good he likes to eat. He hasn't explored the culinary portion of human life even though he's been on Earth for quite a while now
- Being shown affection. He sees needing affection as a type of weakness and refuses to stoop down to that level, attention is fine, the affection he'll literally cringe away from it
Fears:
- The Orion family, despite how things may seem. His anger may outweigh his fear, but that fear is still very deep-rooted inside of him.
- Getting hurt/dying. It's not a fun time and he tries to avoid it at all costs, even though the fire in his blood makes him seek it out
- Flying in a plane. He tried it once and left him traumatized may or may not have prayed to God in the heat of the moment, something he picked up from the humans and does sarcastically, though, he wasn't so sarcastic when he did it on the plane
Conditions-
Mental) None
Physical) None
Background: Despite everything he portrays himself as, underneath, is a very shattered sense of self. He had no one to guide him as he grew up and was treated like he was worthless because of his family getting killed by humans. They weren't considered strong enough, if they had been, they would have survived. Everyone knew Darius was only spared because he had hidden, if the Orion family had known about him, he wouldn't be here right now. Even though other demons treated him terribly, he never grew resentment toward them even though he should have. In his head, he believed everything they said and held some of them on high pedestals, and if they said he was trash, then that's what he was. He's been trying to prove himself for a very long time and everyone in hell knows this, but don't believe he will succeed.

Because Darius doesn't have the best attitude he spends most of his time alone, he could choose to go out and party, or hook up with someone, but for some reason after doing it for so many years, it's lost its appeal. From time to time he'll get in the mood but it's not very often nowadays. Recently he has been at his wit's end, thinking of blowing his cover and just slaughtering a few thousand people before disappearing, but right on time, he found the one thing that would entertain him for the next few years.
Other: https://pin.it/2rl6i1K

Zion was having fun. Which was rare. Very rare, as he constantly struggled to like anything he ever did. But music, playing it or hearing it, it gave him life. He lived for the feeling of hundreds, no thousands, of people listening to his music. Screaming his name.

He'd just finished preferring for the night, and it was late. Very late, but Zion was used to the late nights and sleeping in. He grinned at the crowd before wishing everyone a fantastic night and exiting the stage. He sets his guitar down on a stand back stage and whiped his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket. 'Gods, it's hot under all those lights.'

Someone offers him a bottle of water and he takes it, downing half of it before grabbing a pen and hooking it into his jacket. Now was the time for auditions. When He did does this late, only those who had purchased the VIP tickets got autographs, just so Zion didn't have to stay out too late. He walks out, going to the 'reception' area, where there was a crowd of perhaps fifty to a hundred peole.

He sat down in his chair, preparing for the hour or so that it would take to get through all these people.

Darius couldn't believe it. He had to actually work a human's job to earn money and slowly save up for the stupid concert Zion had been planning. Demons didn't have money and Darius wasn't exactly wise with his finances, blowing it on idiotic things like that one kid's toy he saw in the store window. What could he say? It was an impulse buy. Who didn't want a Tamagotchi?
He stared down at the toy screen with a concerned yet concentrated look as he pressed buttons. Darius was all the way in the back, so he wouldn't be getting to meet this new member of the Orion family any time soon. Well. Zion wasn't exactly new, but to Darius he was.

Momentarily he tore his eyes away from the toy and peaked to look at the line. Darius could have been the first in line, but he wanted time to talk to the fucker without interruptions. He couldn't see Zion's figure through all the bodies in front of him, but every time he caught a glimpse of his jet-black hair, something akin to fire rose up into his chest. It made his nose scrunch up in a snarl, his eyes narrowing, although the other couldn't really see him.

He had to remind himself to act like he was at least enjoying being here. He couldn't just go up with a hostile attitude, that would not fair well with his plans. He had to act nice.

Zion smiled at the first people to line up, pushing away the sleep that was already tugging at his mind and body. Despite how much he wanted to curl up in ball and sleep for days, he had fans to attend to. He shook hands with an older man and signed his kid's picture. He personally thought that particular picture of him was trash. But then, he though most pictures of him were trash.

Slowly, the line began to dwindle. Zion had a rule that people with kids went frist, as well as the older folks. So the line currently consisted of people in their early twenties to late thirties.

His music was the single thing Zion knew was good, though he had no clue why thirty year olds would listen to it. His music was for the younger population, people his age. Yet, there were thirty year olds in this line.

Zion smiles, shakes hands, signs pictures of himself and makes small talk for what seems like hours. Even though, with a glance at his watch, it had only been a single hour. At least there were only a few people left in the line e, and they were flying by quickly.

As time went by, Darius grew bored, pocketing the toy and moving along with the line. By his side under his arm was a packaged CD he had bought from a while ago. He had been to these shows, scoping out the enemy and trying to find an angle, and when they announced they were finally doing VIP signing, that was his chance to hop on board. It had cost more than he had expected, combined with the ticket of seeing the concert and all, but he was still able to snatch one of the VIP spots in time.
Darius was behind a young man who excitedly introduced himself to Zion. Darius scoffed and went to work on tearing off the plastic still on the CD case. He hadn't opened it since he got it. Not like he was planning on using it anyways.
Once the other guy was done, Darius stepped forward. His eyes landed on Zion and for a moment his breath caught in his throat. He swallowed.
Black hair, eyes the color of the sea, and a nice warm complexion- he looked like the spitting image of the person he had seen that night. Though, Zion looked thinner than that man. The person who had slaughtered his family had been a heavy and large man, most of his weight going to his muscles. Zion just looked like a smaller version of that, though, given enough time Darius could see Zion turning out just like him. Darius stood there, sort of frozen in place as he held onto the CD case, fear cloaked in his eyes, he hadn't been this close to the Orion family since all the carnage. A slight anger bubbled up inside of him at the thought, though, dulled as his heart raced.

Zion smiles at Darius, his quick eyes taking in the other man. "Hello." He looked down at the CD.

"Do you want me to sign that?" He asked, his voice gentle and kind. "Because, if you do, you may have to let go on it a bit."

Zion looked back to the man's face. The amount of red on the guy was a lot, and the pricing blue eyes popped more with the red asthetic. The color looked good on the guy, but Zion supposed he wasn't here to give compliments-

"Nice red you there, sir. It looks good. Makes your eyes pop."

Zion spoke a little too soon, and he gave a little half smile to the guy, he reached his hand out for the CD case. His hands were calluses from years of playing various musical instruments. He noted that the guy in front of him seemed uncomfortable, if not fearful of him. Zion smiled warmly, trying to put him at ease, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, and neither are these guys."

He motions to the body guards behind him and then looks back at the guy, still smiling. He was the last guy in lone, but he would be no less patient with him.

Darius did not take that well. He felt like he was being taunted.
"You may have to let go on it a bit." This guy was assuming that he was too attached to the darn thing. That seemed to wipe away his fear completely, an annoyed smile appearing on his face, along with letting out a forced laugh.

At the compliment Darius froze. He didn't know how to react to that and it made his brain melt a little.
"Thanks…" He said quietly as he handed the CD over to Zion, his hand shaking slightly as the other took it. He quickly retracted his hand and crossed his arms, looking around at the place like it was more interesting than the person in front of him, though, the vibes he gave off gave the impression that he was nervous, despite the serious and menacing look on his face.

When Zion spoke again, his attention was turned to the bodyguards. Ah. They wouldn't be a problem. He could wipe the floor with them. That's not what he was concerned about.

He watched as Zion opened the CD case and signed the inside, watching his hands carefully. After it was closed and handed back to him, he hesitated. He needed to ask, but the words were stuck in his throat.
"You're very talented" He started. Fuck. He wanted to throw up just saying that. "You must get that a lot though" He finished, humming slightly. "You could be big one day" He stopped, realizing he was talking too much at this point, more than he liked.
"Listen," He shifted his weight onto his other leg. "I work at this place and I thought I'd extend an invitation to the place I work at" He needed to see Zion again at some point, he needed to get close, but without it raising any suspicions.

"They're hosting an event where many musicians will be attending. There will be record labels and sponsors there looking for people to sign." He explained, eyeing Zion carefully. "I work at a restaurant called Rivea, if you'd like to come, we'd love to have you. You wouldn't have to pay for anything. Having said that, it would be a shame if you didn't attend" He dug into his pocket and pulled his wallet out, taking a paper card out and handing it to Zion. The location and date were on the piece of paper. It was a private event, but the people who worked at Rivea were given permission to invite one person to attend.

Darius had gotten that job a few weeks ago. It was a high-class restaurant that was mostly where the wealthy went to mingle. They held a lot of events and connections were made. Talking to the right person could get you places.
"You're a huge inspiration to me" Stop talking. Stop talking. Stop talking. Stop talking. "So you're invited. Please come if you have the time." He said, wondering if he had sounded convincing enough- tempting enough.

Zion gently took the CD case and flipped it open, signing it on the inside. His signature was nothing special, really it was just a bunch of squiggly lines that somewhat resembled his name. He hands the CD back to him, still smiling slightly, though exhaustion was evident on his face. “It’s no problem.”

Zion was having trouble disconcerting the guys mood and her shifts slightly, looking away, feeling slightly uncomfortable under the guys menacing gaze. He also dwarfed Zion, standing at about a half foot shorter than the guy in front of him. Gods, why did he have to be so insecure? The guy in front of him was giving off nervous vibes, but his face was dark and enacting.

Zion blinked and looks up at the guy, “Thanks, you’re right, I do get that a lot.” He laughs softly, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks up at the guy, meeting is gaze, “Oh. . . Well, I’d have to talk to my manager. . . But I’ll try. Just send me an email with all the information, and I’ll see if I can make it. It sounds like fun.”

Zion’s smile grew slightly at the invitation, and he laughs softly, “I don’t know how I’m an inspiration. I’m just a twenty-four year old guy who makes music. Even if it’s good music, there’s still better out there.” What was he saying? His already ginormous fan group was enough to say that his music was some if the best.

Darius gave Zion a suspicious look, squinting his eyes slightly as if trying to figure out what his deal was. Well….he definitely was….different. Darius knew that this person wasn't at all like the one who slaughtered his family but….he still felt anxiety around him. An irrational feeling.

When Zion seemed to accept the invitation Darius nodded. He hadn't thought about Zion needing permission to go- then again, they might want to accompany him if he was going out. They wouldn't drop their guard around him, which was going to make this a bit more difficult. It was fine though, nothing he couldn't handle.
"An email?" Darius questioned. He didn't have one. He had heard about this so-called email though, they could be useful, like a phone, used for calling or sending texts from long distances. He just hadn't needed one.
Until now that was.

"What's your email?" Darius said, taking out his phone and pulling up the notes app. He had learned to use a phone very early on. It was handy in situations like these. He looked up at Zion only to be met with a warm smile. Darius was disgusted yet horrified at the same time. It was the sort of expression that bordered on confusion. He blinked. Was this really going to be worth it? This guy was a total dork- but his family. Oh, his family. That was good enough of a reason to want this.
Humble. Darius noted. God, he hated people who pretended to be like that, though, the vibes that were radiating off of this guy didn't give him that impression. It seemed genuine, if it had been a front, Darius would have picked up on it right away.

Zion blinks slightly when the man in front of him gives him and suspicious look. He wasn't expecting the look from the guy and it made him feel uncomfortable. More than uncomfortable, it made him feel slightly confused and as if he'd done something wrong.

Zion chuckled softly, but the sound was uncomfortable and full of confusion, "Yes, an email. Do you not know how this works? Would you rather wrote a real letter?" Zion asks, smiling. He was uncomfortable, and so he made a joke, or really, teased the guy in front of him.

"Uh, my email is. . ." He trails off , thinking for a moment and then lists off an email, " That should be the right one. I swear they change it, like, every week." He grins.

Zion was full of confusion about the guy in front of him, but Zion would do almost anything for a fan. He shifted on his feet, still feeling that uncomfortable feeling. He knew it was his shitty self-confidence talking that he was uncomfortable. But his mind was in over drive, trying to figure out the annoyance and now the. . . was that disgust?

At the question Darius paused. Well, no. He didn't know how it worked, but he'd figure it out. However, at the mention of a letter Darius kind of jumped at that.
"That sounds perfect actually" He commented, though, soon realized that the other was just teasing him. He scowled. The audacity humans had to do that.
When he was given the email Darius looked it over and nodded. "They change it every week." Great. Maybe next time he should just ask for his number, though the implications of that didn't sit right with Darius. He pocketed his phone after typing the email in his notes.
Zion shuffling to his feet, made Darius jump a little. He was only getting up, but the movement still put him on edge. He looked down at Zion and blinked at his stature. He was actually smaller than he had thought.
"Well, thank you for your time and the email, I'll keep in touch," He said, giving a small tight-lipped smile. He knew that Zion probably picked up on his facial expressions. He hadn't meant to show them on his face so clearly, but it was something he did without thinking twice about it. If he was going to do this right, he would have to study how not to come off as an asshole and while that sounded like a pain in the ass, he was committed.
"I guess I'll see you around then," Darius said, turning to leave and waving as he did. "I hope to see you there" He called out before he was gone.

Zion laughed, "Look, wrote a letter of your more comfortable with that. I'll write back." He smiles warmly, "Seriously, no need to worry about anything. Whether you write an email or write a letter, I don't mind, just as long as your happy."

People pleaser. The words shot through Zion's head and he knew they were true. His parents had been trying to snuff it out of him for as long as he could remember. But it only got Siamese as life went on. The instinct to make other people happy, even at his own expense was difficult to fight. But it seemed harmless to tell the guy to write a letter if he wanted.

"Do you need the address to address the letter to if you write it?" It was a genuine question, and there was nothing mocking in his tone at all, he was genuinely trying to let the guy know he could do whatever he was most comfortable with, and that Zion would go along with it.

Zion smiled and dipped his head politely, "Yeah, see you around. . . Guy-" Zion grinned, taking it on as a joke as he didn't know the guys name and he turned slightly, preparing to slump back into the chair for a few moments.