Erebus Morgenstar

Character Name: Erebus Morgenstar
Alias/Nickname: The Spider
Gender: Male
Race: Fallen Angel
Age: Physical Age [23] | Actual Age [150]
Faction: Free Agent
Level: 0

Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Coffee
Appearance: Erebus is of tall height, standing at just shy of 6' 2" and appears to have a swimmers build. Coffee brown hair is curly upon his head, falling in erratic curls that land just beyond his ears and neck. Blue eyes, reminiscent of sea glass, settle neatly within sculpted features. The plains of his face are defined, sharp, like stone worn by ocean waves. Stubble lines his face in a beard, barely thicker than a five o'clock shadow. Flannel is something commonly worn by him, paired with heavy jeans and work boots. He appears normally to be the everyday fisherman, the hermit that lives on the end of the road, not a hint to what his mind toys with.

His race allows for a slightly altered appearance, black wings sprout from his back. Their paths marked by massive scars of onyx coloration from his shoulder blades to his kidneys. These scars are raised and appear gruesome, like flesh had been torn and burned away from his body. His wings appear to be burned and torn apart as well, their ability of flight baffling due to their appearance. Feathers are spread and cracked, some broken off long ago, and others appearing to be shredded. Speckles of flame and sparks fly from them on occasion, as if there are still smoldering embers within the feathered tresses. His canines are slightly pointed and his eyes glint with a soft glow, giving his face an odd appearance, something to make a humans skin crawl along their bones. Just enough to be unsettling for an unknown reason, nothing other than instinct calling for ones limbs to run far from this creature.

Racial Detail: There are several traits that go along with being a Fallen Angel and Erebus is able to use some of the more notable ones.

First off are his wings, despite their broken appearance he is able to fly and glide through the air. Coming with this ability of flight is resistance to the elements, lack of oxygen, extreme cold, and heat, have less of an effect upon him than regular humans.  Raw ice and fire of both natural and magic properties will still damage his body. His body can also handle larger amounts of G-Force due to his ability of flight and he is a great deal stronger than most humans.

If he so wishes his wings can disappear at will, giving himself a deceptively human appearance. His shadow however gives away his actual race, as you can make out the shape of his wings against the ground.

He does not appear to age, stuck in the physical appearance of 23 years even though he has lived well beyond that. His body heals and can be damaged normally, but old age does not seem to be his claim to death.

Nightvision is the last property he is able to control, due to his falling from grace the night has welcomed him. At will his eyes are able to discern his surroundings even in the darkest of areas. The downside is that they appear to glow in the darkness, not casting any light, but easily picked out against a dark background.

He has two curses placed upon him due to his fallen status. The words of Heaven, God, and any powerful title can no longer leave his lips. He chokes upon them, the speech burning down his throat like hellfire. He can listen to them, but they cause a melancholy feeling to well up inside when they are mentioned.

This final property is not quite a blessing, but rather a curse due to his position. He is not quite a demon or spawn of hell, and certainly is not a holy ancestor. He is caught between dimensions, without a place, and neither side wishes to grant him solace. It is this that causes him to be susceptible to both demonic and angel weapons and magic. He is vulnerable and sensitive to both, and both can cause devastating effects to him.

Personality: Erebus is not one for words and grand displays. He hides within the background, blending in with those around him. He is a listener, gladly taking the backseat and watching what others do. He'll take initiative when he feels the time is right and cannot stand the loud and brash. He finds them to be immature and overzealous, they remind him to much of what he had been betrayed by.

He does not do well with alcohol or smoking, both making him feel ill in most regards. Similarly he is an extreme lightweight and will often refuse the offer of a drink if alcoholic. Germs disgust him, finding contact with others he barely knows to be unpleasant at best. This slowly wears off of him the longer he knows a person, and if he decides he enjoys that persons company. His favorite animal is a cat and will often go out of his way to pet them but does not own any of his own.

All in all he seems to be quite a normal person with a few issues, but that is only during his resting points. Normally he is on the hunt. Searching, prowling, for his prey. For those he deems to be impure and disgusting. The ones who kill. The ones who harm others without a just cause. He'll be their undoing, their reckoning. His hatred for their kind running deeper than the wounds upon his body. The scars decorating his form more than proof of his hatred.

He'll kill without mercy, dragging it out to make sure they're punished and prepared for the fate they'll face when their soul passes.

History:  He can't remember much beyond the years of the fallen. Occasionally bits and pieces will come to him at night. A flash of gold, the warmth of the sun, a ghost of a smile. Little things that have him waking with tears burning at his eyes and a longing ache within his heart. How long had it been? Been before the fall of his grace, an Icarus. The glee his previous brethren had shown when the pulled and tore at his wings.  Their vicious grins and spitting insults. Claiming him, marking him, burning him. Casting him out to this place of wretched filth, surrounded by the very creatures that had landed him here in the first place!

Oh, right.

You have yet to learn of this, correct? Ah, his memories are fading again. What was he so angry about? Never mind that then, mustn't have been that important. Go-, hmf, this world is so filthy, humans fluttering in and out as if they owed his kind nothing. Now he was in a place much worse, with other supernatural beings, just as filthy. He himself was corrupted by these disgusting cretins. What he wouldn't give to retreat back to that warmth and light that left him so hauntingly lonely in the darkness of night.

He was cast out for something that wasn't even wrong! He had been helping, caring, loyal. So what if he had killed! They deserved it, destroying others of their kind, murderers, rapists, the unclean. By ending their lives he saved the lives of others, saving them from themselves. The nerve! Destroying the Lor-, ah-hem, a beautiful gift and ruining such, divine harmony. Forget the balance! Forget the need for supposed Satan's power! He was the divine punishment, the call for arms, the need for death.

No, of course not, none other stood for his actions. They banished him, calling him a disgusting monster, a freak, a betrayal. It wasn't just, how could they have simply cast him aside? The one who had the chance to change things for the better. He killed with reason, and now he would continue his loyalties. Those who killed and ran about this world spreading filth would fall beneath his feet. Their blood would water the seeds for the growth of the pure and good.

This was his decree, and may the heav-, hm, skies above help you should you cross him.


Weapon: SAS Rage compact bow

Job Items: A Large Suitcase, Laptop, Rope, Audio Recorder, Body Camera, Regular Camera, Bandages, Rubbing Alcohol, Rubber Elbow Length Gloves, Bottle of Water, Second Set of Clothing (nicer, brand named), Black Hooded Jacket, Black Face Mask, Paper Notepad, and a Pen.

Money: [$25]





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First Account: Erebus
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Join date : 02-01-2019

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