(I will also continue adding throughout the RP)

Full Name:

Alastor Dagon

First Name Meaning:

Enforcer of Chaos

Last Name Meaning:

Ruler of the Depths

*Preferred Name:

Alastor

Nickname(s) Received:

Chaos - Long Story

Gender/Race:

Angel | Male

*Pronouns:

He/Him

*Sexuality:

Androsexual | People who consider themselves androsexual feel attraction toward men, males, or perceived masculinity, irrespective of whether or not they were assigned male at birth. (I'm just stealing this lol)

D.O.B

July 19th (He says)

Appearance:

Hair - Alastor has rather unkempt black hair that tends to fall all over the place and stick up in unnatural ways. In the back, it goes to about the middle of his neck. In the front, he had bangs that almost hide his eyes. The tips of his hair are dyed a dark, rusty red.

Build - He is tall and lanky-ish... about 6'2. He has decent muscling, but it isn't bulky at all. He is suprisingly strong for how he looks- totally not the angelic power. He has a broad chest and wide shoulders, though not horribly so- his proportions are just right for him. Handsome, to say the least.

Wings: Of course, an angel has to have wings. He has giant black wings with the same stained dark red tips, though there are silver streaks through them that tend to glow in the dark.

Eyes - Alastor has unnaturally light golden eyes, almost a dull yellow color, and they seem to have black veins spiraling away from the dark pupil. They can get rather unnerving to stare into for a while.

Skin - He has well tanned skin, as if he spent all his time outside. However, calling it a farmer's tan is an understatement. Truly, he has extremely pale skin, and if you look at his legs, you may just be blinded. He never wears shorts, but thankfully takes his shirt off enough that his skin isn't completely white underneath.

Scars - You'd think that an angel is void of all scars, but that is not true for Alastor. He has one single scar slicing across his right cheek, the only thing marring his rather perfect face.

Face: His face is, as said before, perfect. He has a sharp jawline and a charming smile, with unnervingly white teeth. Overall, with the golden eyes shining out from behind the red tinted black bangs, he is someone to catch your eye.

Birthmarks - None

Piercings - None

Jewelry - A single silver chain, rather thin and weak looking, hangs around his neck and is always tucked under his shirt. However, a thicker darker silver chain hangs on his belt loops.

Tattoos - He has the tattoo of a phoenix across his back, with full blazing red color. Each line seems done perfectly, and the fiery red eyes of the bird seem to be fullof life and glaring right out of his back. However, it is usually not visible under his shirt, spare the tiny bit of red that shows on his neck. The only other tattoo he has is a spider on the back of his right hand.

Class - N/A

Personality:

Silent

Observant

Watchful

Sharp-witted

Humorous (When he wants to be)

Kind of a jerk sometimes

A bit rude

Resilient

Sarcastic

Prideful

Insecure

Prankster

Likes:

Solitude: Obviously, Alastor either is torturing someone in his own way or wandering off alone. He does some of his best masterminding alone, without the distractions of other angels or humans.

"Creepy-Crawly" Animals: He loves scaring people with things that he sure ain't scared of.

Rock Music and Country Music: It depends on what mood he's in. He loves listening to hard rock, the head-banging material you either hate or love. On the other hand, he loves the tunes of the old country music.

Missions: He loves being able to have something to do.

Hunting: Having spent a while on earth, obviously because he is the BEST angel for EVERY job... he has created a liking for deer meat, and likes sitting in a deer stand in the cold hours of the morning.

Dislikes:

Other Angels: Alastor HATES being told what to do, and that's all angels seemed to want to do.

Humans: Even... or especially... after all his experience with humans, he still has a strong disliking for their weird natures. Always picking evil and making more work for him. He was sick of it. Plus, they were idiots. He has had bad experiences with them in the past. He hadn't always hated them... but... that had changed.

Cats: For some reason, he has decided cats are worse than flipping demons and they were sent straight from hell to destroy him. He has had some run ins with cats, and each left him more irritated than the last.

Atheists: He absolutely hates people who don't believe in heaven and hell and all there is to come with it. He doesn't want to try to explain- for th billionth time- that he was just going to laugh in their faces when they went to burn in fiery damnation forever.

Heat: Alastor loathes the heat. Any time it's even above 70, he is grumpy and impossible to be around.

Backstory:

Relationship Status:

Single

Crush:

(Your character)

Exes:

Zach Niagra- This ended in absolute chaos, as this person had ripped Alastor's very heart out and was one of the biggest causes why Alastor hated humans.

Zephyr Rune- He... was more important than anything to Alastor. No good thing lasts, though.

Familial Relations/Family tree:

Mother: High up (and stuck up) Liona Williams.

Father: Uriel Williams.

No other mentioned relatives.

*Theme Song(s):

Skin (Rock Version) - Sixx:A.M.

Without Me - Fame On Fire

Rest In Peace- Dorothy

Bulletproof - Nate Smith

Facts:

Alastor works two jobs, working as a ranchhand for a nearby farm Monday-Friday and working in one construction site Saturday-Sunday. He wants to transfer full time to construction and get a smaller job as an add on.

He makes enough money as to where he can afford to eat and sleep, but most of that is saved up.

He came to earth around 5 years ago, and those years have been filled with heartache and sorrow.

Alastor Dagon

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"Cause I know you're poison you're feeding me poison, addicted to this feeling I can't help but swallow, up your poison I made my choice and, every night I'm living like there's no tomorrow." The rather depressed voice of a mere shadow in the corner finished its song, and clapping ensued all around. A stunningly handsome man appeared out of the shadows, smiling and accepting a drink as he got handed one. A second later, he seemed to he gone, having disappeared in the crowd.

Alastor walked through the crowded sidewalk, sipping his beer, content to walk along. His clothing did not match his bright eyes- it was dark and foreboding, almost promising a fight. He was wearing cargo boots and cargo pants, as those pockets were some of his favorite things created by humans. Obviously, all of this was black. A black tight fitting t-shirt underneath an open black leather jacket finished the 'don't come near me' look. He combed a hand through his hair as he walked forward, letting out a heavy sigh. Now wasn't that true? He was being fed poison disguised as a cure. Everyone was always trying to fix him and mold him into what they wanted him to be. He was so sick of it. Practically downing the rest of his beer, he shook his head roughly, crushing the can in his hand, and threw it away before shoving his hands deep in his pockets and stalking back into the shadows. Honestly, for an angel, he spent soooo much of his time hiding.

As he walked along, heading to who knows where, he glimpsed a face that looked strikingly familiar like one he knew before. Disgust, fear, and pain immediately grappled their way into his heart, along with a hint of sadness. Gritting his teeth, bristling, he walked faster and tried to forget. He normally wouldn't do this, but he wanted so badly to forget. Not to ever forgive, though. He pulled out his headphones and turned the volume all the way up, then put on Without Me. He wanted to switch all the other emotions into anger, and anger alone. The familiar words blasted into his ears. "Tell me how's it feel, sitting up there? Feeling so high but too far away to hold me. You know I'm the one who put you up there. Name in the sky, does it ever get lonely? Thinking you could liiiive without me. Thinking you could liiiive without me. Baby I'm the one who put you up there, I don't know why." The song did indeed broil up anger inside of him. He had done EVERYTHING for Zach, and all he got was betrayal. Pain. Heartbreak. Angels were supposed to he invincible, yet all he was seeing were cracks. Everything faded into the background as he walked, but after a while, his stomach told him he needed something other than too much beer. He glimpsed a coffee shop, glanced at his watch- and sure enough, they were most likely still open. It was only 9. A little later, anyway. Tugging the earbuds out, he put them away and stalked in, his bangs covering his eyes more than normal at the moment. He walked up to the counter and ordered a coffee, paid, then went to sit in the darkest corner, placing his head in his hands for a couple moments with a quiet groan. Wasn't life supposed to be easy for the dwellers of Heaven? He had wings, for Pete crying out loud. You'd think all his problems would be miraculously fixed. As his coffee came, he stared at the blackness, hoping it was extra bitter and hot as he sucked in a sip. Alastor then proceeded to glance around the shop, always surveying his surroundings. His eyes caught on an equally miserable looking fella in the far side, but they didn't linger to long.. he was a little gun shy of anything having to do with male human beings at this point. At least while he was suffering he was also disappointing his parents. Always a fantastic idea. He missed the days where earth meant freedom instead of agony.

Alastor Dagon

+×+

The tall man practically drowned himself in the coffee, relishing in the taste of failure. Mmm. He should be used to it by now. He knew he hit rock bottom when he was singing for beer. He closed his eyes, downing the rest of the scalding coffee, burning all the way down his throat. He ignored the pain, exiting the shop, gritting his teeth. He wondered when his beloved parents would finally stop him. Then again, they were the ones who sent him down here. Abandoned him, really. Alastor knew he shouldn't have left the stupid bar in the first place... that didn't matter right now. He had quickly figured out angels could, in fact, get hangovers. As he strode across town, he finally entered the bar, his jaw tensing as he plastered his charming smile on. The first song request came right away. Of course. Just what he wanted to sing. He grabbed his guitar from a stand, sat on a stool in the corner, and strummed a couple chords. After sliding through the first verse, he decided to just let it go on the chorus. Did it really matter anymore? "What hurts the most... is being so close. Having so much to say... and watching you walk away. Never knowing, what could've been. And not seeing that loving you.. is what I was trying to do." He made it through the rest of the song, but at this point he wanted an entire bottle of whiskey, some sunscreen, and a lighter. "Paint yourself a picture, of what you wish you looked like, maybe then they just might... feel an ounce, of your pain. Step out of the shadows, it's a losing battle, there's no need to feel ashamed. Cause they don't even know you, all they see is scars. They don't see the angel living in your heart. Let them find the real you, buried deep within. Let them know with all. You've got. That you. Are not ... your.. skin." Yep. He couldn't flipping do this right now. "Break." He mumbled, putting down the guitar, stalking to the bar, and sitting down with a scowl. "Whiskey? Can you put... cyanide in it, perhaps?" He grumbled, not even looking up as he glared holes in the bar. Too bad angels couldn't die, or he'd be a rotting corpse by now.

Alastor Dagon

+×+

Alastor ran his hands roughly through his hair, causing it to become even more of an organized mess. He glanced up as the person spoke, an unexpected smile flitting onto his face for half a second. Ha, maybe there were still likeable people in the world. "I wouldn't choose rat poison, unless you want to feel a hell of a lot of pain before you go out." He commented, then snorted quietly. "I wouldn't really use cyanide, though, either... maybe antifreeze, so I can slowly feel more and more agony until I finally die around 24 hours later. Maybe I'd feel better about what I've done. Or, if I'm feeling perfect, I'd just fill a room full of nitrogen. A bit complicated, but it'd be a painless way to go out. Unless the human body started panicking, anyway." He mused, accepting the drink and taking a small sip, glad of the sharp, almost painful flavor. Alastor was quite disappointed as he was reminded yet again that, although angels could feel pain, they could not die. No matter how much they drank, or how many times they tried to drown. He would just keep gulping for air, and never get any. Thankfully, his body didn't go into freakout mode when he didn't have air. That's why he wanted nitrogen as a way to go... but even that was impossible.

He had a feeling the bartender still wanted an answer, until he glanced up and saw the guy. His golden eyes immediately sharpened and studied the bartender for a couple seconds. Interesting. They had the same cold, hard look in their icy blue eyes that he usually had. The guy OBVIOUSLY hated being here and did NOT want to hear anything else about whining complaining babies that came to the bar to get drunk. Alastor turned back to his drink and said nothing, thinking. Even as his brain explored an option, he shut it down, gritting his teeth. Humans were never to be trusted. They were vile creatures. Why was he even thinking about this. A couple seconds later, as he was wallowing in a bit of angry depression and thought, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around with a glare, seeing an obviously drunk patron with a woman next to him. "My girlfriend waaants you to ppplay a sooong. Ppplay her a soooong." The voice drawled in such a drunk manner, Alastor's expression filled with disgust. "No. I'm done for the night." He grumbled, turning back to his drink. A second later, he felt a hand grabbing his collar and he was yanked backwards. "I ssssaaaid play her a song!" The drunkard thundered. Alastor jerked out of his grip, snarling, his eyes flashing with anger. He shoved the bigger man backwards with a strength that even someone his size shouldn't have had. The guy fell back and crashed into the floor. "I said I'm not. Singing. Any. More. Songs." He hissed, clenching his fists. The guy was up in half a second with a Roar, swinging wildly. [DAMN it. The LAST thing I FLIPPING needed. To start a bar fight!] Alastor thought with a half groan half growl. He ducked the first swings and they hit another man, and within half a second every drunk guy in the bar was punching and kicking like there was no tomorrow. He pushed his way out of the fray and back to the bar, where things weren't quite as bad, sitting right back down on his stool and taking a gulp of the whiskey, grimacing. "There you go, heavenly parents. This is my life now." He mumbled under his breath. Thankfully, not a scratch on him from the fight, as he was rather skilled and agile when it comes to ducking and dodging.