•Name- "Release me..." He grumbled, barely managing to glare at you. (His name is Tomas)
•Age- "I am as old as the Lord out god." He mumbled and looked away. (He looks 20)
•Uke or seme?- "I don't- uhh..." He was at a loss for words. (He's an uke)
•Species- "I am still an angel of the lord!" He declared quickly
•Personality- Thomas is honestly a very proud person. He thinks that he knows just who he is, what he stands for, who he stands for. And in that, he almost feels as if he cannot do any wrong. And of course he can. No one is perfect. Take for instance, his emotional side. He cannot take having bad words thrown his way. If you mean to hurt him, and he knows it, he sort of breaks down. And also, he is fairly harsh without even realizing it
•Likes- Heaven, god, the other angels, helping others, and flying
•Dislikes- Being alone, the devil, hell, earth, and not being able to help someone
•Backstory- He was made a very long time ago simply to be a servant to the archangel Raphael. And for many many years, in the wars between heaven and hell, he's done just that. Nothing else can be said about an angel who was already kinda a slave
•Other- He only has one wing for the time being, because the other was cut off when he was captured. The other will grow back eventually
•Scenario- You, a demon, have been tasked with one thing. Any angel you come in contact with, you are to torture them, kill them, do something to make them suffer. And you have done just that. When going to war with heaven, you managed to capture a servant to one of the archangels. That's almost the best you can do. And so you take pride in having him. But some times, this just seems wrong. You see that angel in a corner of his cell, weeping for his god to help him. You go to check up on him when he snaps at you. "I don't want to be your trophy anymore! Release me!" He shout, tears trailing down his face. What do you say now?
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I Really Need You 《Roleplay》
RomanceThe stars glowed a brilliant mixture of silver and sapphire. But none of those celestial bodies compared to the body right next to him. Warm and small. His breathing was even, hugged against his arm. He turned to look at the little lover pressed up...
