name: Ramiel/ Abbadon
nicknames: Black eyed bastard,
titles: Drowned God, The Salt King
picto: Crowned
set: Graypelt • BZD antlers • Skull mask
age: Unknown
sex: Male
SUBTXT1>orientation: Asexual?
species: Unknown, takes the form of a fawnling
size: 20
voice: Speaks in #B3915D
scent: Rain, burnt wood
trinkets: None
» Loss of pigment around his eyes, inside his ears and thighs. Continues to spread as Ramiel greys out. Very prone to sunburn.
» Lost his tail as a colt.
» Had his pelvis broken around the same time of the loss of his tail.
» Antlers grow from a single point, and shed as a single piece. They will continue to grow throughout his life.
» Is not a happy camper. Ever.
» Cannot cross salt circles, and advanced wards. Can be trapped in this same aspect.
» Absolutely loathes his brother.
» 10/10 will not hesitate to kill a bitch
» Body count bigger than your bank account.
» Dislikes fire.
» Cannot die, or be killed. Like many he struggles with wondering if this is a blessing or a curse.
» Was placed here by his 'mother', can leave with some difficulty. Awoke half buried in the ruins as nothing more than a infant.
» Thinks he's way more important than he actually is.
» Better than u
» No longer act as a god while in the forest, a fact that forever infuriates him. He's basically in timeout.
TEST COMMENT #1 There's a
TEST COMMENT #1
There's a humming in the restless summer air
And we're slipping off the course that we prepared
But in all chaos, there is calculation
Dropping glasses just to hear them break
You've been drinking like the world was gonna end (it didn't)
Took a shiner from the fist of your best friend (go figure)
It's clear that someone's gotta go
We mean it but I promise we're not mean
COMMENT WITH LINK. There's
There's a humming in the restless summer air
And we're slipping off the course that we prepared
But in all chaos, there is calculation
Dropping glasses just to hear them break
You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
Took a shiner from the fist of your best friend
It's clear that someone's gotta go
We mean it but I promise we're not meanAnd the cry goes out
They lose their minds for us
And how it plays out
Now we're in the ring
And we're coming for blood
You could try and take us
But we're the gladiators
Everyone a rager
But secretly they're saviors
Glory and gore go hand in hand
That's why we're making headlines
You could try and take us
But victory's contagious
Delicate in every way but one
God knows we like archaic kinds of fun
Chance is the only game I play with, baby
We let our battles choose us No-one round here's good at keeping their eyes closed The sun's starting to light up when we're walking home
Tired little laughs, gold-lie promises, we'll always win at this
I don't ever think about death
It's alright if you do, it's fine
We gladiate but I guess we're really fighting ourselves
Roughing up our minds so we're ready when the kill time comes
Wide awake in bed, words in my brain,
"Secretly you love this do you even wanna go free?"
Let me in the ring, I'll show you what that big word means