Seth DeCortez

What is

• Health at 100%
  A little thin thanks to the Everlasting Winter

• Art

  The so very many faces of Seth...

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• Angel of Death

  
  

  Name: Seth DeCortez Nickname: Seth, Death, Snickers, Pup Name as reads on identification: Seth Age: Immortal Looks: 20 Height: 5'4" Gender: Appears Male Species: Nemateelu (Angel of Death) Body type: Very Slender (Much lighter than he looks)

  Voice: Kit Harington Current inflictions: Health 100%, Old scarring along his back and wings keeps wings from working correctly and keeps him flightless. Abilities: Able to speak to the dead. Able to sense an immortal being such as an angel or demon. Weaknesses: Occasionally has trouble tuning out the dead. Suffers memory lapses. Orientation: Gay (Submissive) Marital Status: Single (Unavailable due to slave status) Employed Slave Status Owned - Owned by Sedric Gautier

  Dress: Currently wears a crimson sarong, split to the hip on both sides and held in place by an infinity symbol clasp. Diet/Allergies: Loves Meat / Allergic to Strawberries Phobias? Fear of closed in spaces & Dolls Pet: Fluffy (Crow and familiar) Family: Grandfather - Anubis (Pain in the Ass) Father - Kalorte DeCortez (Dead) Mother - Angelus DeCortez (Found but rather crazy) Half Brother - Creedance Sibling - Dominic DeCortez (Dead) Soul Bonded - Ayame Tisuku (Missing assumed gone) Cousin - Ba'al Nightshade Cousin - Bishop Nightshade Cousin... & Half Brother - Aries DeCortez

  
  
  Things on his Person:
  Old leather bound Journal
  Newer Journal
  Bone Dagger
  
  
  Notes
  - He loves sweet things like cookies and cake.
  - He mourns for the fact that he knows he can never have children despite how badly he wants them.
  - Seth is sterile thanks to a fever when he was a small pup.
  - Seth loves music and books.
  

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  Presentation: Where once he was bold and a little cocky, now he's sobered. He tends to come off as quiet, shy and almost grandfatherly despite his young age.
  
  Disorders: Hints of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
  
  Language spoken? All (I only actually speak English)
  
  Feral or Cultured? Can be both
  
  Anthro or non anthro? Can be both
  
  Likes: Anything of holy nature, feral animals, young children (Like fearless they know what he is, he can not hide his angelic presence from them. Because of this he has a soft spot for them), Tea, darkness, music and books.
  
  Dislikes: Loud noises, closed in spaces, dolls, rude people, and dishonest people.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  OOC Info/Notes
  
  Availability: Mostly nights on eastern standard time. If I have a day off I will definetly be on more than that.
  
  RP style? Para/semi-para. So long as it's good RP with a decent story line I don't particularly care if you write a book or not. Just give me something to work with.
  
  What are you looking for your character? A nice story line would be nice.
  
  What are your allowances for your character? All systems are go. Exceptions are extended use of blood and ick.
  
  Long term or short term play? Long-term please.

• Clothing and General Refs

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• Description

  Startling figure of ebony, massive raven like wings spreading out from back. Silvery tattoos creep their way across chest and shoulders, twisting down arms near to elbow and crawling down curve of the creature's spine. Startling white hair frames dark features, falling near to hip, absolutely wild and untamed locks, bright strands of colored hair not his own braided into the long locks. Gold glitters, draped 'cross this creature in the form of chains upon wings 'cross chest and at hip, decorated in gems and gold Eyes burn a deep gold and seem to cut right through to the soul, near lighting up with mirth as slow smirk would curl 'cross lips. Crimson collar with gold chains 'round throat marks him as servant. Every gut instinct screams get away. Run away. Don't ever look back. For this creature of ebon though beautiful is death...
  
  He has finally accepted the fact that as a mortal he is expected to wear clothing. Granted still it is hit or miss. Most of the time the wolf is nude. Not a stitch of clothing to even hide naughty bits. Other times he has accepted that not everyone wants to stare at his bits, a floor length crimson sarong clasped at hip with gold infinity symbol, double slit on either side going clear to hip showing off powerful legs while keeping the curve of his rump covered. In these times he would be found wearing gold charms to compliment the crimson across wings, hair and wrapped 'round upper arms. It gives him the appearance of a high class harem slave and if he wants to be honest with himself... He rather likes that. Other times he looks almost normal. Black pants hug tight to hip, black dress shirt and simple black leather jacket that sweeps down to ankle gives him a true appearance of the angel of death he is. He is a cocky one... Slowly but surely he is leaving behind the broken canine that fell, finding once more the cocky angel that had been in place for so long. Finding amusement in pain and suffering he has grown to enjoy his new home of the Tether. The corrupt souls appeal to him and the dark nature is something he can understand in mortal suffering.
  
  He may have long since left behind his angelic role but he has rediscovered his demonic roots. Crows tend to gather in a place where this creature has walked. They feel the death and dispair that follows him for despite the fact he is no longer an angel of death, death still follows. He can manipulate the shadows themselves within' powerful emotion. He sees things and hears things most mortals can not. They call it a third eye and while he may not be the angel of death, by far he is more connect with death than any mortal.