Xachrariel

First Protagonist

The damned one

Male

Unknown

75 Kg ( 165 lb )

1.77 m ( 5'8 ft )

White

Long hair, wavy

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White

Fallen Angel

White

Lightly muscled

A mark on its tongue

Licking his lips when nervous
sticking out his tongue while thinking
Tends to avoid eye contact

Purifying his soul
Returning to Heaven

Can't act bad and suffers when he does
Tends to be always nervous
Lost his wings

Doesn't like whoever hates God for some reason thinking they're just a waste of life
Sees anyone inferior to him if they're not other angels

Can talk and sing in multiple voices

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Adventurer
ISFP-A / ISFP-T

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Wanderer

Light Purple

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Bow & Arrow

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When God created their angels

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Xachrariel was an angel like any other, who was created to serve God in any way he desires and so he did.
He was there before the creation of the world and was there when Lucifer led some angels to rebel against God.
At that time, he stood by God's side and had to face some angels that were friends to him, one of them, Foraii, who was said to have a special bond with him.
Once the battle was over, and Hell was created, he couldn't get over the eternal punishment that was given to his friends and special one, and this made him change, the seed of sin grew into his heart.
Years later, many of them, that seed sprouted, and he did something that no angel should be able to... Showed hate.
Next thing he knew, he was falling, it was night... Or better, everything was dark and he didn't know why... Was this hell? No, not at all.
He hit the ground after some time, or entire years, he didn't know, and he found himself in a strange place, dark brown structures with little green things attached to them surrounded him, and there were so many new sounds he had to cover his years.
He never went out of Heaven, but now that he was, he felt fear but knew something deep inside of him... It was a punishment, and he had to purify himself or live here for God knows how much time... And so he started wandering, trying to do as much good as he could... Even if he didn't have his wings anymore, nor his halo.

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