Name
Aisel Labbal
Nickname
Anubis, Nubi, Prince, The Lion, That One Dick
Age
600 years old. Looks 26 years old.
Gender
Male
Species
Child of Horus
Alliance
Definitely not the humans or the Nephilim.
Profession?
Aisel actually seems too make a living off being a major gambler, and does rather well, as well as working as a host/barista and dancer at a CoH club called the Golden Thorn.
Orientation
Homosexual + Homoromantic
Appearance
Aisel is one tall giant without any shadow of a doubt, 6’5 in height and weighing roughly 165 lbs in total. He doesn’t look like what you would think hearing the nickname of Anubis, at all. Lean and a startlingly gorgeous mix of feminine traits and masculine ones, a delicate face with wider shoulders and a jaw line that is a mix of strong and sharp. His eyes are almond shape and are a shocking, near gold, colored brown with pale flecks ringing the pupil. His lips are slightly pouting and a cupids bow with a slim, upturned nose. His hair is a mix of light golden blonde, corn silk gold, and a deep golden blonde that mix too look almost tawny in color. It has a very slight wavy curl to it but he tends to keep it short and styled messily, the back is cut a little shorter though, but not by much. His skin is pale white and he lacks too many scars besides the long ones that cut from his shoulders too the base of his spine in an almost ‘V’ shape that doesn’t meet fully at the base. However he managed it, he endured the pain of a tattoo gun over those scars long enough to get a back mural done from the back of his neck across his back to the base of his spine with it curling around slightly too cover his hips. It’s a mix of winged beings, pyramids, gold, death, and Jericho roses all done in black and gold ink with pieces colored in properly too hide those long scars from his fall. He tends to dress in solid black with added bits of gold; a black leather jacket with gold pins, black slacks or jeans, a neat black pinstripe dress shirt or a black, sleeveless t-shirt with a solid gold scarab necklace. He is shockingly gorgeous, and he knows it. The base of his mural, set dead center in it, are a set of gorgeous gold and black wings that are a mock set of his old ones. They don’t even begin to compare though. His wings were massive, spreading nearly four meters each, and stunning too look at. They had been a mix of black, cream, and gold; the underside was a pale beige cream color with flecks of gold and the top had blended into a grey before going solid black on the topside with the tips being a solid gold color. He still has a flight feather with a cream underside, golden tip, and black topside.
Personality
Aisel is a monster, a beautiful monster with the attitude of a lion and the bite of a taipan. His full name roughly translates to King’s Lion and that’s what he is; both a king and a lion. He walks with an aura of someone who knows what they look like and the effect he has on others. He’s a vain, violent, cold, and cunning Child of Horus; he’s been known to charm Nephilim into acting as his vessel but those who deny often tend to see the side of him that has no problem thrashing them for deny him. He’s smart enough to trick humans into playing him in things like pool, poker, and black jack before beating them and taking all they have. He’s been around for six hundred years and he has a tendency to act his age every once in a while, no matter how unnerving it can be for others; speaking with the cold, harsh, and knowing intelligence of someone who is simply that old. He can act violently and rashly when someone else threatens what he wants, what is his, or what he counts as his even if it’s not. People have lost limbs for such things. But he also has the cold detachment he uses when waiting on tables in the Golden Thorn, moving with the sleek graceful movements of a cat but ignoring those around him. He has the effect of drawing people too him, either to hate him or love him no matter his own indifference. Aisel is far from volatile in nature, everything he does, says, acts on…it all has a purpose. Too see him act without that purpose is to see him at the brink of extreme violence and anger or straight up insanity. He is old enough that insanity is something creeping in at the edge and it is seen in his moral compass; or his lack thereof. He has a deeply engrained dislike of humans, blaming them for his fall even though he refuses to say why. Every once in a while there’s a break in the indifferent, cold mask that shows the unstable, upset, and scared person who hides underneath and those who see it are those he is truly close with.
Family Relationships
No family left
Views
He holds a high distaste of most others; Human, Nephilim, and even other CoH.
Crush/Lover
No one as of yet
Brief History
Other
When you get to be his age…you tend to forget the stuff that hurt you and caused you pain. All he remembers is his Fall that happened in a flash of color, extreme pain, and the feeling of hitting the ground.

"Pay no mind what other voices say,
they don't care about you like I do."

♛ Name ♛
Ignatius Cross.

♛ Nicknames ♛
Ig, Iggy, etc. He’s fairly accepting of nicknames regardless of who they come from.

♛ Age ♛
400 (33 in appearance) years old.

♛ Gender ♛
Agender in reality, but often possesses male vessels over women and uses masculine pronouns.

♛Species ♛
Child of Horus.

♛ Profession ♛
He’s a biochemistry professor at a local community college.

♛ Orientation ♛
Graysexual + Demiromantic.

♛ Appearance ♛
Ignatius has a svelte, distinguished look about him. He’s a tall man with a lithe build made up of lean muscle, reaching an even 6’0”, but weighs in somewhat light in comparison to other men his height at only 160 pounds. His skin is light brown and his eyes are a pale amber with coppery undertones. His hair is a rich shade of chestnut and styled in a pompadour, with the sides and back of the head clipped short while the hair along the crown is kept longer and usually swept backward.

Ignatius has a squared facial shape, his features sharp as a knife with high cheekbones, a pointed nose and hooded eyes. He wears fashionable clothing , his favorite outfit being a fine black jacket worn over a white t-shirt and dark skinny jeans. A golden chain adorns his neck, a cross dangling at the bottom. Both ears are pierced with black and gold studs to match the chain and a tattoo of thorned vines stretches from the left wrist all the way up to the elbow.

His wings were most comparable to those of a Ferruginous Hawk. The undersides were strikingly white, broken up by thin rust colored bars and ending in black tipped flight feathers. The backs of the wings were more of a dark russet.

♛ Personality ♛
Cunning, calculated and undeniably detached from emotion in a way that isn’t quite normal. In the long run Ignatius has a difficult time connecting with people. He is naturally self-centered as a result, focused on his own wants and what he thinks everyone else needs. This may not align with what they actually want or need. He claims to find gratuitous violence barbaric, calling on other CoH if something requires brutality rather than soil his own hands unless he's personally invested, in which case you might be surprised by how vicious he can be.

He considers fear a better motivator than love or respect and is quick to resort to threats when gentle persuasion proves futile. Ignatius is so caught up in his own ideals he rarely considers each person he interacts with as an individual unless they've managed to somehow be included in his 'inner circle'. He doesn't appear to be aware of his own cruelty, left puzzled when people avoid his company. Despite his less than approachable attitude he enjoys being around others, craving attention and affection. He's a rather lonely person in reality.

The closest he comes to feeling regret or missing those who have passed are odd bouts of nostalgia and melancholy that come at the most inexplicable of times, though it can also be brought on by possessing a vessel seeing as he tends to be more in touch with his feelings when using a Nephilim's body. He is quite literally addicted to emotions, positive or negative, and waits fervently for the perfect, most agreeable vessel to come along so he can experience them again. Despite his eagerness to be reunited with feelings, his vanity makes him picky. He doesn’t always understand or consider personal boundaries. This usually shows itself in the form of him touching or taking things that don’t belong to him. He never ceases to be surprised when this upsets someone. He also tends to be a bit handsy, which often leads to misunderstandings as to what his intentions might.

♛ Family Relationships ♛
None.

♛ Views ♛
Humans tend to be viewed as a lesser species, though he isn't necessarily directly unkind to them. Fellow CoH and Nephilim are usually who he tries to pal around with, oblivious to the fact they probably either dislike or else wish he'd leave them in peace.

♛ Crush/Lover ♛
No one as of yet.

♛ Brief History ♛
He doesn't remember much about his fall from grace. Only that he committed a crime so unspeakable he couldn't be forgiven, and was thus cast upon the Earth, cursed to roam without his wings. What could he have done that was so wrong? Perhaps it is best he doesn't recall.

♛ Theme Song ♛
Pet - A Perfect Circle.

Warning; song curses, and is also pretty creepy.

♛ Other ♛
“I have read and understood all the given rules, I know if I break them there are consequences that are in place and I will respect everyone.”

Team Nephilim. Their disregard for human life is concerning, but I wouldn’t want to be possessed by an emotionally detached fallen angel sort of being either.

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"If you decide to live by what you think's wrong and what's right, believe me, you'll begin to wish you were sleeping."

♞Name ♞
Gregory Black.

♞Nickname ♞
Greg. Just Greg. I am very creative at this whole nickname business as you can see.

♞Age ♞
30 (in actual age and appearance) years old.

♞Gender ♞
Male.

♞Species ♞
Nephilim.

♞Profession ♞
Biohazard Remediation.

♞Orientation ♞
“None of your damn business.”
(Demisexual + Homoromantic).

♞Appearance ♞
Small and skinny, reaching only 5’6” and weighing in at a measly 126 pounds. He has very little in the way of muscle mass and isn’t a particularly threatening looking person. His skin is very pale in contrast to his black hair and his eyes are startlingly blue. Generally speaking, this is an impossible color combo naturally, but Gregory has a condition known as ocular albinism, meaning it only affects the amount of melanin in the eyes rather than the skin or hair. He’s lucky enough to surprisingly not have any impaired visual acuity which is common in people with this mutation, but he is sensitive to light and prefers night over day as a result. His face is covered in freckles that can range anywhere between appearing so faint they are barely noticeable to especially prominent depending on the lighting provided.

His hair has the tendency to look untidy and a bit spiky along the back of his head. Sharp cheekbones lead down into a narrow chin, his nose is hooked at the end. Despite not being the richest fellow around he tends to wear nice clothes to give off the illusion he isn't living in poverty. The last thing he wants is pity. He has a heavy limp thanks to a leg injury he sustained in his late teens that proved permanent and has to use a specialized cane to assist his walking. As well as its purpose being to take some of the pressure off of his knee, he’s beaten more than a few people with it and anyone who knows him is probably aware he isn’t as harmless as he appears. Standing too close isn’t advised.

♞Personality ♞
Very angry smoll.

Outwardly volatile and unpleasant. He doesn’t trust easily and expects the worst out of everyone, preferring to be left alone than sought out for any sort of social interaction. He spends most of his days indoors, hidden away from the world with only his three cats for company unless called out for a job. General first impressions of Greg would likely be he’s an extreme cynic with little to no regard for anyone else around him. This isn’t exactly true, while he will keep to himself given the chance, he’s been known to intervene if someone needed help and is more compassionate than people give him credit for.

Often seen as strange and too aggressive to approach outside of work, he doesn't have many friends to speak of. He views the Children of Horus with clear disdain. He hasn’t received many requests to be used as a vessel since his injury, which was very well caused by one of their kind giving him a beat-down after he refused to relinquish his body, and his hatred for them still burns quite intensely. That aside, he has little interest in the upcoming war and wants no part in it. Despite his less than amicable attitude he values human life a great deal, even with all the crap he’s seen and endured throughout his life, and would rather focus on staying out of the way.

He definitely has an alcohol problem that’s been left unaddressed for too long and it’s really a wonder he still has a working liver. Greg isn’t someone who is particularly used to being treated nicely and views himself poorly. As such, he really doesn't know how to deal with people being agreeable toward him and will still prove quite prickly even in the face of genuine kindness. An attitude like that rightfully tends to push people away, but should anyone prove persistent enough to stick around he’ll eventually grow less guarded and friendlier around that particular person.

♞Family Relationships ♞
“The only people worth mentioning are dead.”

♞Views ♞
Children of Horus


Nephilim


Humans


Such a friendly guy.

♞Crush/Lover ♞
No one as of yet. Good luck with that.

♞Brief History ♞
Born the oldest and only son (as far as he knows anyway) of an immigrant Russian mother and a Child of Horus. He never knew his true father, but his mother married shortly after he was born and Greg always grew up thinking he'd known both of his parents. His father died by the time he was eight, passing away from a disease they never learned the name of. His mother drowned herself in alcohol in her grief, neglecting her children and leaving Greg to more or less raise himself as well as his two younger sister's Grace and Maria. She re-married shortly after Greg turned twelve. His new step-father was far from fatherly. He shared his wife's alcohol problem, but unlike her grew very hostile and violent under the influence.

Bulled at school for being an odd duck and now with a venomous home life to deal with as well, Greg quickly learned acting aggressively was a good way to keep people from hurting him. It worked at school, but only led to physical fights between him and his step-father. After ending up in the hospital with a broken arm from one such incident a neighbor named Monica took the kids in. His step-father was glad to see him go, but his mother protested until Monica threatened to call child services. The kids fared far better under Monica's care and finally had a chance at a better life. Unfortunately, tragedy wasn't at it's end for this family just yet. Monica went to pick the kids up from school one day and Grace was nowhere to be find. A missing person's report was filed, but she was never located and is presumed dead after all this time. Unfortunately, alerting the police to Grace's disappearance also unveiled that Greg and Maria weren't actually living with their mother.

They were separated and put into official foster homes where Greg remained until his eighteenth birthday. After looking up his sister with the intent of getting her out of the system as well he discovered Maria had been killed in a house fire a few years back. He tried making it on his own for awhile, but with no job or money he ended up returning to his mother and staying with her for awhile before her old bad habits and her husband's mere existence finally drove him out again. He was approached by a Child of Horus at some point after this with the request to be used as a vessel. When he refused he was badly beaten and his knee was shattered beyond repair, but he would have rather died than be used as someone else's puppet.

The one good thing his mother did for him was help him get back on his feet after that, perhaps feeling guilty for all she put her son through. She convinced her husband to pay for Greg to go to a biohazard remedial school (even if she was a bit concerned her only remaining child wanted to be a crime scene cleanup crew member rather than something a little less grim and gory). He proved fairly self-sustaining after that and now lives by himself in a cheap, run-down apartment complex. He still has a positive relationship with Monica and visits his mother from time-to-time.

♞Theme Song ♞
Isle of Flightless Birds - Twenty One Pilots.

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"You don't have to change a thing the world could change its heart."

♖ Name ♖
Jaclyn Casey.

♖ Nickname ♖
Jackie.

♖Age ♖
20 years old.

♖Gender ♖
Female.

♖Species ♖
Human.

♖Alliance ♖
Neutral. She’s only vaguely aware of what’s going on and isn’t quite sure she believes it.

♖Profession ♖
Coffee Shop Barista.

♖Orientation ♖
Pansexual + Panromantic.

♖Appearance ♖
“I’m not short. I’m fun sized.”

All in all Jaclyn is a rather innocuous lady despite her looks being a bit out of the ordinary. At first glance she may come across as overly thin and bony, but in reality she’s quite able-bodied. Her build retaining a wiry sort of strength in that she doesn’t appear especially intimidating, but is still quite capable of wiping the floor with someone’s face when needed. Her hair is short and ginger, clipped in a pixie cut, while her eyes are almond shaped and a pale shade of gray, at times appearing silvery depending on the lighting provided. Small flecks of green and brown can be seen throughout the iris.

Her skin tone is fair with a faint dusting of freckles over the bridge of her nose as well as dotting her cheeks and shoulders. Her facial shape is oval with a round nose, thin lips and prominent cheekbones. The left arm from just below the elbow and down is missing, replaced with a prosthetic. Her sense of fashion is casual and carefree. Comfort over style. She reaches only 5’5” and weighs 130 pounds. The best things come in small packages, or so she'll claim.

♖ Personality ♖
Jaclyn is generally a laid-back, amicable lady who spends her down time being as unproductive as possible. Often found lounging around bars or pubs, one might assume she had an alcohol problem if she didn’t hold her liquor so well. Jaclyn hasn’t met a person yet who could out-drink her, but rest assured she’s up to the challenge. She has a sense of humor that can border on self-depreciating, willing to make jokes at her own expense for the sake of giving someone else a laugh. She is compassionate about both people and life. Her live and let live attitude making her an easy person to get along with, but she’s far from soft spoken.

If she genuinely believes what you’re doing is wrong she’ll let you know. Loudly. Lack a conscience? She’ll be glad to step in and provide you with one, even if only temporarily. Beneath her outgoing surface is someone far more self-conscious than anyone might have ever guessed, but she hides her insecurities well. It’s for this reason she strives to uplift people rather than bring them down, even while having a bit of a sarcastic side, most of it is meant in jest. She’s a direct, confrontational person so passive-aggression isn’t her style. Rest assured if she has a problem with you she’ll be glad to tell you that up front.

♖Family Relationships ♖
None in town.

♖Views ♖
Neutral to everyone to start off.

♖Crush/Lover ♖
No one as of yet.

♖Brief History ♖
Jaclyn was born pretty far from her current residence. She grew up in a small town in Nevada, the only child of her parents. A portion of her left arm was lost in a rather nasty bus accident when he was only fifteen, Jaclyn and her mother heading to a doctor's appointment as they couldn’t afford a car at the time, when the bus suddenly careened off the road and crashed over the side of a cliff, killing most of it's occupants including her mother. She spent months in the hospital and then went to live with her maternal grandmother for a time before moving to Dawsonville shortly after turning 18 and heading out on her own.

♖Theme Song ♖
Scars to your Beautiful - Alessia Cara.

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Name
Polophylax
Nickname
Phylax, Crow
Age
A good 640ish years though looks early 30's
Gender
Agender or Genderless (any pronouns. Refers to self as "it")
Species
Child Of Horus
Profession?
Owns a witchcraft store where they sell various (totally not stolen) magical artifacts
Orientation
Pansexual
Appearance

(Click for source. Model is Flaviana Matata)
Features as sharp as a razor. Dark skin that seems to absorb all light, black eyes, high cheekbones, angular eyes and eyebrows, bony and lithe. Everything about this creature is pointed and dangerous. Its hair is cropped short and it usually wears dresses or long sleeved shirts with long skirts. The scars on its back are twisted scar tissue with painful looking red marks. The lighter scars stand out easily against the rest of its ebony skin. It still remembers how elegant its black wings were.
Personality
A reserved and quiet creature. It does little to intervene and prefers to watch the happenings of the world. While it usually sits soberly in silence, the few words it does say have been thought over and brewed like a rich wine. It is intelligent, though prefers to keep that to itself. It despises gossip, vanity, and greed. It can be angered surprisingly easily, though its anger burns hot and quickly dies away. It has a passion for rebellion and incites it in others.
Family Relationships
Guardian of two children
Views
Regards humans with curiosity. It finds their short hectic lives to be quite interesting.
Views the Nephilim with a cautious glance. It understands that most of the Nephilim take issue with CoH.
Sees a similar creature in some CoH and often seeks them out, but views their need to "feel something" through a vessel with a grimace.
Crush/Lover
None yet
Brief History
A Child of Horus sent down for disobedience. While others would turn a blind eye to the suffering of humans, Phylax would try its best to alleviate it. The many warnings it received did nothing to stifle its compassion. It remembers having its wings torn from its back and being cast down into the world. The mocking sneers of its kin declaring that it "would have plenty of time to help those worms now". It regards its punishment with bitter anger at first. Many a decade was lost in attempts to return and exact revenge. Now it has settled into a furious calm, its previous anger no longer bursting like boiling water but rather sitting hot and stable like a forge.
It has kept many artifacts that it found over the course of its attempted return to the skies, though their purpose is now to be used to protect humans from things beyond their understanding.
Other
I kinda feel the Nephilim tbh? Like they didnt ask to be weird super humans. Like their entire creation was just to be a freaky suit of armour. Good on em for striking back yknow?
Reckon Polophylax would also be on the Nephilim's side tho.


Name
[What is your name?]
Nickname
[If you’re a Nephilim or Child of Horus, what does the other faction know you as? If you’re a human, then what do others tend to call you?]
Age
[Human Age Range; 19+, humans age like humans.]
[Nephilim Age Range; 18 to 400. They stop physically aging between 23 to 30 years.]
[Children of Horus Age Range; 450 to 550+, They stop physically aging between 20 to 33 years. ]
Gender
[What gender do you identify with? All are welcome.]
Species
[Are you Human, Nephilim, or maybe a Child of Horus?]
Alliance
[Human Only; Are you allied with the Nephilim or the Children of Horus]
Profession?
[You gotta do something for money, no? What does your character do for money? Or do they live off a family fortune?]
Orientation
[All sexualities are welcome here; from Asexual to Polyromantic. All are welcome.]
Appearance
[What do you look like? If you’re a Child of Horus then tell us what your wings used to look like, or what your feather looks like now. If you’re a Nephilim then tell us what you’re tell-tale trait is; an odd pupil, a skin coloration difference, maybe a birthmark. Nothing too out of the ordinary though. Tell us about your tattoos, clothing preference, scars, etc, etc.]
Personality
[Who are you? How do you act and respond to what goes on around you.]
Family Relationships
[Got any family, that all goes here.]
Views
[What are your views on the others; Human, Nephilim, or Child of Horus.]
Crush/Lover
[Who’s caught your fancy?]
Brief History
[If you were born Nephilim then tell us about your history. Have you every sworn fealty, when were you born, what was it like. If a Child of Horus then tell us about why you were sent down, about losing your wings, about finding the other CoH, and making your home here in Dawsonville. If your Human, then what has your life been like, how were you introduced into this world of wings and war?]
Other
[Yoooou know what goes here~]