PARADISE LOST.

• DESCRIPTION.

• QUANTA'S EDGE

NAME: KASAI angel.
AGE: 2400+
GENDER: male
PRONOUNS: he/him, could not care less what he was perceived as.LIKES: listening to old songs, living for himself, chemistry, theology & poetry, attention, plays, music, revelry, poisons, snakes, a good show.
DISLIKES: selflessness, innate idiocy, questionable decisions, surprisingly has a fear of ghosts, reminders of bygone times, (irrationally), boredom
SPECIES: human imagenae (devil)
AFFILIATION: the masked fools, dovebrook district (loosely), himself.

POSITIVE TRAITS: charming, talkative, vivacious, witty
NEUTRAL TRAITS: flirtatious, dramatic, intelligent, a forever showman
NEGATIVE TRAITS: flighty, unable to commit, spiteful, morally ambiguous.PLANET: planarcadia (current), cosmic.
STATUS: KASAI: DECEASED, angel: active.
SEXUALITY: demiromantic pansexual.
HOTEL: trivago.
HEIGHT: 6'1 1/2 (182 centimeters)
THEME SONG: ain't no rest for the wicked by cage the elephant.

CHARACTER STORY I
Cruel mothers are still mothers.That was a sentiment that was built into him upon the first breath he took into this world. When broken fears and hopes and dreams began to meld together into the appearance of a small, red-haired boy with wings.It beat within his chest-- bright, burning and heavy, sinking into his chest like tar, burning in the heat of fire, hardening into cynicism and holy-writ rage.His mother-- creator, savior, and executioner-- split open the soft sinew that made up his form, pressing cruel fingers into a naive heart. Words spoken into his mind, a purpose to walk a path pre-determined by a higher power.Still, he shone. Brighter than the stars. Still, he experienced the paranoia of a forbidden existence, and still, he was reminded that all existence ends in Nihility, so nothing he did mattered. An appearance most grotesque in the eyes of his creator, the angel felt the tar rise further until it chipped away at his soul.Still, he rotted. That paranoia slipped into the cracks of his foundations like mildew. Lingering, rotting perfusing, slow and patient until it gave birth into a cynical, melancholic child. His eyes lingered on the world with an impassive glance as he sat within the shade of an unknown corner of the planet he was visiting.What is a human child doing here? A voice asks innocently.And the angel turns, halo glowing morosely against the thorns that made his crown. Quietly, he huffs, making space for the girl with white hair to settle next to him. His mother's suspicion bled out of his chest like the tar that threatened to swallow him whole. It bled into his mouth, dark and heady and bitter.I'm hiding. Leave me alone. Let him disappear, his posture screamed. Let him disappear without an apology, let the love he felt for his creator to vanish in a slow-building rot before it had a chance to bloom.No, the specter said as it settled. It refused, the light of curiosity burning through the mildew, through the rot, and the tar until it reached the small child that wished for love, wished for recognition-- to be seen without any strings.No. Human customs dictate I have to introduce myself. I am Reika. What is your name, angel?He paused at that. At the slow conflagration of a forgotten soul. The walk into the unknown, a trait that was banished from his mind, the curiosity of a child that was made of the same silk as he was. Sighing, he turned to the girl. Reika.... Kasai. My name is Kasai.His ribs creaked against a hummingbird heart like floorboards swollen with water as he saw the girl's first smile. And with that came the promise to his first friend:May you always smile like that, until the end of this universe as we know it.

CHARACTER STORY 2
Kasai walks.Through the burning lake, and flames of battle, and the shattered sky obscured in deep shadow. Trident in hand, he wove gold into objects for those with nowhere to go.Eyes gazing forward, his weapon sings as they go through the motions, cutting through the bodies of those damned by ruin. All for the eyes of his creator, for a purpose he didn't quite understand. Fight, his mother had said. Fight for me, my son. His purpose, why he was fighting, was nigh indecipherable in the eyes of his creator.He peered into the lake, and his image stared back at him. His eyes peer back into something grotesque, blood bleeding into darkened water smelling like blood and rot. The tar ripples, then yawns open in a streak of white as an arm reaches forward to ruffle blood-soaked hair.The first sin was love.It was always love.Love for the humans that he watched over. Love for those who walked each day, not knowing it was their last. It bled out of that imperfect heart in swathes of crimson and black until he was covered in it. Love for another, more broken soul-- pure and filled with a longing for understanding.His eyes gaze down at his hands, covered in that same red. Fingernails caked in it, his lips part as he murmurs a small prayer for the fallen, and with that, he dips his fingers into the water.He scrubs at the crimson clumsily as the world ended around him. Feeling the heat of flame along his feathers, he scrubs away at the spots of red and gold flakes that stained pale, unmarked skin. Scrubbed until he felt the water burn open wounds-- as though the abulution would erase the red on his hands, the blood on his ledger.The purpose that was forced upon him.The silence of Nihility never felt so alluring, the temptation of forbidden fruit leering at the angel from afar. Beckoning him to fall from that impossible height, over and over and over. Fall, angel. Fall and be a part of the humanity you were sworn to reap. For the purpose that fragmented you further and further.Staring back at himself, he sees the ripple upon his reflection-- moonlight shining upon his tresses and illuminating them in the same white as the girl he met.Then another ripple.And another.Kasai's hand goes to his cheek. Wetness meets his fingertips as he pulls away to reveal the source. His wings ruffle as he peers down at his fingertips-- at those facilitators of the rot that now plague the land.The absence of everything couldn't stop him from being human. The promise of the end couldn't stop the angel as he looked down at those fragments of his Father...Ho, what a travesty it was! To cry for those departed souls, to cry at the shattering of your own with each swing of your trident!Despite the end of everything, of the ascension he helped facilitate, the fall from that impossible height of truth...Ah. Would it not be wise to live for yourself for once, angel?The gaze of laughter falls upon him, burns him from the inside out in crashing waves. And despite it all...He laughs.

CHARACTER STORY 3Ya look like shit, Rei.His voice sang from the entrance, his hands pushed into pockets as obscured eyes shone from beyond vermillion lenses. The weight of fallen wings weighs heavily on his back as he bound them tighter to his body. A mark of his heresy, of his rebellion against his mother.But she still lingered upon the doorway, her lips pressed into a thin line as words began to form in her mind's eye. A terrifying trait it was, to be seen so clearly by another.The smell of rot was back, the ichorous temptation to ruin dragging him further into the alley, the same way it did all those years ago. Kasai offered a thin, mindless smile to her scathing remark, marked by shadow and the weight of purpose. The dragging of those words raked thin lines into his ribcage, marking themselves forever into a rotten ribcage.Then, he laughs lightly. Allowed the tension to melt away with an arm around slender shoulders, fingers allowing a golden coin to dance upon them, flitting in and out of view as he manipulated its trajectory in and out of the gaps. Slow, methodical, steady.Lighten up! Ya gotta know when it ain't that serious!Are you going to say that when you see the bodies, 'Sai?Kasai huffs a sigh and rolls his eyes. He holds up the coin towards Reika, smiling even as the shadows begin to creep closer to their light.Got my coin for the ferry right here. Really, ya gotta live for yourself a little.And though he prayed he would never have to use it, it was not in the cards for him. Unbeknowst to the angel who once walked along the shadow of death, his own only lingered with each encroaching tendril. The truth that they sought lay just beyond the threshold. He walked first into the alleyway, just as he felt Reika's presence vanish from his side.The coins won't save you from death.Maybe, but I'm just tryin' to live with what I inherited, hun. Search the perimeter. I'll be fine!The first lick of pain struck him in the shoulder first-- searing agony tearing through his being as he stepped closer to the sun. One stab.Then another.His lips parted into a chuckle as he held his fingers to the ground-- letting the blackness of rot to take hold beneath the herald of death. The pureness of chalk to light his way as he moved further in front of her.Another stab breaks through his ribcage, only to stab into his wretched, treacherous heart.A tragedy it had been! To walk through the shadow of death, time and time again, only to be killed by the one thing he was not.A human! The reason for his fall from grace, the agony of existence spurring it forward beyond the stages of its life, until it finally plunged its blade into his heart!And what a travesty it was, for his fallacy to be at the hands of love. The care he felt to allow her to flutter away from his side, his condolences hollow even as he knew what the Laughter had shown him. Knowing that his end was nigh, he still chose this place to be the place he fell.Hubris. The end of all. And for Kasai, it spelled his demise.

CHARACTER STORY 4
Death was silence.But it was hollow. The existence was unlike any other in sacrifice and in martyrdom. There was no greater grief than remembrance. To remember the days of joy when misery was on hand.He did what any hero did back then. Never turned back to the shadow of doubt. Love was devotion, his lips tore from the forbidden fruit without even thinking of the consequences. He sold his soul for hers, and yet he didn't even believe that she would sell hers in return.... May your smile never fade. Even in your lowest moments.The prayers broke through the fugue, into the very foundations of his ruined soul, pouring wish after wish as she held his body together with the power of ruin.He wanted to tell her to stop. To let him pass. To live for herself as he did before the darkness swept him away. To leave his ruined body behind, incapable of living beyond his vow of protection.He wanted to tell her to flee. To leave him there on the concrete, to allow his body to meld into the stone and within it, he would achieve eternity.Instead, she prayed.Prayer after prayer left Harmony's Devil as he lay in the darkness, his fingers tugging upon feathers as wispae surrounded the devout woman. She poured more wishpower into his soul, changing the foundations of his being, the parts of himself that were untouched by rot and tar, molding them into something other, changing the foundations of his being into something akin to the vision of him that she held in his head.His nature. The gentleness he held fragile things, so quietly devoted to the living and their troubles. The extent of his dedication, the relentless pursuit of purpose when all was nothing.The love he held for others, silently spreading elation to those less fortunate, the quiet grief of his mother's discarding of him. She took his wanting of purpose, so raw and human it left ash behind his lips, and wove it into something so other that it became irrecognizable.There was darkness.Then a flash of light as the final wish finally wove his broken consciousness back together.May you always live for yourself. Even at the cost of others.

FALLEN ANGEL WITH A FLAIR FOR THE DRAMATIC
Angel is a man who's known for his eccentricities and his hedonistic-- if not almost dramatic ways. He adores attention, whether it's good or bad, and he does everything in pursuit of his one wish-- to live for himself.WITH STRANGERS
Angel when met with strangers, is talkative, sarcastic, and overall very quippy, always running his mouth even when he knows that it's not good for him. He regards life as though it's a pursuit despite the inevitable, taking his stay on this side of the mortal plane as a vacation, and generally doing whatever he wishes for the sake of fulfillment.To him, it doesn't matter who he hurts in their journey, what words he says, what enemies he makes, so long as he fulfills his purpose. Like a true actor, he dances across the stage, toeing the line between life and oblivion, laughing all the while he does so. '

WITH ALLIES
Angel’s considered to be quite the “delinquent” in his mannerisms. He’s confident, a bit playful, and sarcastic with a general “I do what I want” attitude. He embodies a certain lawless attitude into battle, often disregarding orders as mere ‘suggestions’ if he didn’t agree with said order— almost as though he’s an adrenaline junkie high on his own hubris.WITH FRIENDS
How does one know if they're friends with him, really? His mannerisms don't match any particular closeness. He teases as he usually does, he challenges as he usually does. There is no merit in befriending the fool. The only yielding he may offer is a tendency to put them in situations where you have to choose yourself.WITH HIMSELF
Angel doesn't see himself anymore-- or the person he once was. Instead, he sees just another mask placed on his face.