Name : Noctifer
Race : Appears human, but hey, horns ?
Age : Looks in his thirties, probably
Gender : Male
Height : 6'1''
Weight : ~190 lbs.
Eyes : Waw, is that pure gold?
Hair : Jet black

We saw him arrive in Sinifer City in rags, exploring the city without fear, displaying a rather detached curiosity. Soon, however, he was properly dressed in those combinations of white cotton and shiny leather that he so favored. A gift or a theft? He doesn't look like a thief. He looks more like a duelist, a swordsman, or an arcanist, perhaps. Hard to tell. In any case, he's not entirely human, as those small black horns on his forehead, partially concealed by strands of his black hair, reveal.

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For truly great was his name, and high his rank in heaven: his appearance, like that of the Morning Star that guides the starry flock, seduced them, and his deceptions drew after him a third of the heavenly host.

Heaven opens, rolls inward, and exposes through a vast breach the devastated abyss. This monstrous sight strikes them with horror; they recoil, but a far greater horror repels them: heads bowed, they hurl themselves from the edge of heaven: eternal wrath burns after them in the bottomless chasm.

Horror and doubt tear at his troubled thoughts, and raise hell within him to the very depths; for he carries hell within him and around him; he can no longer flee by changing his place. Conscience awakens the despair that lay dormant, awakens in the archangel the bitter memory of what he was, what he is, and what he must be: worse actions must bring greater torments.

"Ah! I, wretch! By what path can I flee from infinite anger and infinite despair? By whatever path I flee, it leads to hell; I myself am hell; in the deepest abyss within me lies a deeper abyss which, wide open, constantly threatens to devour me; beside this chasm, the hell where I suffer seems like heaven."

"If only I could, from myself, extract the iniquity that precipitated my downfall; like a despised brother whose gentle counsel would have been nothing but tallow and bitterness beneath the sweet disguise of honey. Oh! How gladly I would offer this false brother, this traitor to the light, this unwanted darkness, to our Almighty Father, washing away my guilt and restoring my now-faded splendor."

"From Enemy, He would make me again the Light-Bringer, the most beautiful of Archangels, while this brother, struck with horror, would have only the abyss and the burning, unconsumed sulfur as the sole bed beneath his neck. Noctifer would be his name, inspiring only disdain and contempt, for he is the one who brought me Night. By my will and my despair, be now, brother of nightmare, appear from me and draw down upon yourself alone the reproach of our Father, the Lord of Heaven!"

Hell felt the wound, the darkness upon its foundations, sighing through all its works, with signs of misfortune announcing that the Enemy had split. Beside him, identical in every way, stood the brother desired by this supplication. No mirror with a surface of pure polished silver could have reflected a more perfect symmetry, that of the Enemy and his newly created brother beside him. Triumphant, he contemplated his work at length in the twilight that engenders dense darkness, slipping silently between the devouring flames of Gehenna.

Embellished by this subterfuge, his audacity restored, he called out from the shameful abyss to his Almighty father in the highest heavens, and all around trembled lest this cry bring upon them even more misfortunes. His face tinged with feigned humility and insincere repentance, the artifice of which no one but the Lord of Creation could have discerned, he implored that his Great Sin be cast upon this twin newly created from him.

The sentence thundered like a stormy fury, with a clamor unheard of since the cursed day of the rebellion. Noctifer was now, and would continue to be, carrying with him a precious portion taken from the fallen archangel; Eternal in divine essence but an offspring of rebellion, born in hell from his brother's malice, he would be free to go, though Heaven would remain inaccessible to him.

The Enemy's fury was unleashed at the announcement of the sentence, long before Creation had even ceased to tremble beneath the word of its Creator. From then on, he would do nothing but annihilate this brother, created too hastily, to reclaim the part of himself and the powers he so desperately lacked.

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Reds : Rules - Vore - Gore - Bathroom

Yellow : PVP (Could be green with proper RP reason) - non-con -  Torture

Green : Roleplay, Storyline, Beautiful descriptions, well-developed characters with polished appearances. Players invested in their characters. Appealing female characters. Rivalries, games of seduction, pacts, consequences, corruption or redemption. Slow-burning scene or torrid passion, the full range of constraints, mental and physical. Sensual exploration, discoveries....