#Bezaliel

[of-arches-and-angels]

Meet my new (and first) Ultrakill OC: Bezaliel! I honestly don't have a lot down in terms of his story or place within the lore, but I have been playing with some ideas based on his name meaning "The Shadow of God" (Maybe also meaning "Damaged"? Idk it's kind of mixed but the first one is most widespread. I'm learning as I go lol). He's also mentioned as being a fallen angel (if I'm not mistaken) so I've been toying with that as well. I know that most of his abilities are related to that "Shadow" aspect of things: moving through shadow, providing aide from the shadows, or even using the shadows in battle. The ball on the screen is similar to a familiar of sorts- something he uses to gather information or keep tabs on certain individuals. Considering the fallen angel bit, I might have him be on poor terms with the council, though that part of things is still up in the air.

I have yet to draw his physical weapon, but I do have some ideas for that as well.

[leporidetum]

*cracks knuckles* Yekui: #4 #15 #22 Wyen #8 #12 #22 Bezaliel #1 #10 #38 (I'd ask more stuff but I think this already is too much) Also, if you want, for yourself, of any of they three: D) G) H)!!! Have fun ;0

Oh boy. (I don’t think anyone else would be asking though, so don’t worry…!)

Answers ahead. Contains spoilers/undeveloped lore hints/out of context bits?

Yekui’s turn

#4 How easy is it to earn their trust?

On a scale from 1-10, with 10 being the hardest, he’s around 8. But if Wyen talked to the person first and introduced him to them, it's around 4.

#15 How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Yekui’s dictionary is a jarring mash between street language and medical vocabs. He reacts quickly as a former mercenary and more analytically as an actual doctor. He typically waits for a bit and read the person he’s talking to before saying anything, though this is more instinctive than consciously done.

#22 How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

Yekui shows evident disdain towards the person/thing he feels threatened by with passive aggressiveness and will pick a fight when confronted.

Wyen's turn

#8 What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

As a child… most often told to stop eating raw insects. But that’s because her mentor (who was a Constructed/Automaton) didn't know that common insects contain nutrients important to young Epluuan Hounds and didn't include them in their food.

#12 How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

She grabs a writing utensil closest to hand to reach it. If there isn’t one lying around, she distract herself until she forgets it...

#22 How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

Wyen likely has some form of alexithymia regarding jealousy (and envy as well)... She becomes emotionally confused/depressed and unproductive.

Bezaliel’s turn

#1 What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

Provided that there is actually **nothing** to do, maybe years... The satellite sits in a state close to hibernation and replays everything he experienced thus far in his head.

#10 What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

Choir members, with the exception of Nilcleus, cannot lie. But of course, there are situations where Beza is unable to tell the truth. The silence would haunt him instead... Waiting to develop this actually!

#38 What memory do they revisit the most often?

Feeling of a puppy’s head leaning against his knee, the sounds of a keyboard typing away, sunlight falling through linen curtains with a bloodstain that didn’t get cleaned in time and will never be washed off now.

My turn

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

You know where the case with Wyen and Yekui started... Orikero -> anthros 1st try (dog and bird) -> anthros 2nd try (primordial Epluuan hound and cat) -> anthros 3rd try (cat and cat)-> anthros current try (dog and cat)

Beza had an outfit and wing style change but that was about it!

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

Yekui: substance abuse

Wyen: capable of acts of cruelty

Bezaliel: naïvety

H) What trait do you admire most?

Yekui: knows exactly what he wants

Wyen: calmness, ability to reflect/act on past actions

Bezaliel: curious, adaptive

Forgot to add, thanks for asking pal...!

[steamingowl]

Oh the places you'll go with your eyes so wide, with your heart in your hands, and your sword at your side. Oh the mountains you'll move, oh the tears you will cry, oh the places you'll go...

Fast drawing of Bezaliel for @leporidactic for their birthday!!!

[arches-and-angels]

ARTFIGHT ATTACK FOR @onlineviolence

Gamaliel is very interested in the very real wings that aren’t made of light and Bez got a small jumpscare when they appeared out of nowhere XD

[radioanarchist]

can you hear the sound….

…in this silence?

[hamelastralis]

Made some mtg for me and a coworker of mine. They're surprisingly fun to draw

I'm not used to or good at drawings human faces lmao

[bee-bezaliel]

I HATE DRAWING MOUTHS I HAVE TO DRAW 30 DIFFERENT MOUTH SHAPES AND EACH ONE HAS TOP AND BOTTOM LIPS, LIPSTICK AND SKIN SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM 180 DIFFERENT LAYERS!! OH, I'LL DRAW MY OWN MODEL, SURE! IT'LL BE COMPELTELY FREE THAT WAY! IT'S NOT FREE, IT'S COSTING ME MY SANITY!!!

[obscurus-alis]

☾ Hello. I am still unsure of what I am doing (or what a 'tumbler' is...) but I have enough free time at the moment to answer questions or respond to any other words you may have for me.

I am open to almost anything, but please do keep the questions...appropriate. Thank you.

[haunting-of]

Danel is on the run.

Everyone was chasing him, everyone was on his trail. Jesha in their van, armed with all kinds of human weapons, just did not understand his point of view.

And then Chazaqiel, Bezaliel, and Asaradel were on foot, faster and closer on his heels, ready to kill him with their bare hands. Danel darted into one of the half blown-apart buildings in the empty street.

Inside was waterlogged and destroyed. He could see through the ceiling into the next floor, and was glad the tornado had done so much destruction already. It'd be that much easier to pass off some additional damages. He checked the wall, checking for a support beam.

And the three hunters weren’t far behind. As expected, Asaradel was behind him, Chazaqiel came in from the front, and from the amount of shadows swirling and pooling on the second floor, Danel didn’t even have to look up to know Bezaliel was there.

And their trap was nearly perfect. Asaradel, the weakest of them, could handle him turning to escape with the extra second it would take. Chazaqiel was the most aggressive, ready for Danel to come right at him. Taking any of them head on was too risky, though; if he tried running or fighting, then Bezaliel would catch him from above.

He was pinned.

With no guarantee that Chazaqiel would give him a moment for banter, he didn’t wait. The only way Chazaqiel wouldn’t attack was if he broke and buried her. Danel turned to the wall support and put his arms around it, pulling out the support beam for the second floor. It snapped and splintered as Chazaqiel lunged at him.

And the second story floor fell fast, hard, onto Chazaqiel's back, pinning her underneath it without managing to catch Danel with her clawed fingernails.

Bezaliel was caught off guard long enough to make an opening, and Danel ran without turning, aiming for the door just behind him. Asaradel instinctively prepared for a fight, muscles tensing, as Danel fluidly slipped by.

He prayed Chazaqiel wouldn't get up, and ran like hell.

Asaradel chased after, leaving the rubble behind him, but he'd never be able to catch him on his own. And after the dust settled a little, Bezaliel picked himself up.

And Chazaqiel?

He checked on Chazaqiel. Largely untouched, she was lying on her stomach under the collapsed floor, arms still stretched out to where Danel had been standing. Half of her face was covered in hair, and she tried to blow it away without much success. 

Bezaliel sized up how Chazaqiel's body wasn’t moving. “Your spine?”

Chazaqiel couldn’t nod. Or move anything, really. “It’s broken.”

Asaradel joined Bezaliel in the ruined building as the wind picked up again. They were both ready to do whatever it took now. Plague the world, damn the world. Danel had to die.

“We’ve tried reasoning," he said from the floor. "We’ve tried your... approaches. Now you make it hurt so much he'll wish he'd never crossed the line. I’ll meet him back in hell, and if you fail this time, I'm getting Samyaza.”

Asaradel shivered at the thought. Bezaliel's eyes grew wide from behind the dark mask, then nodded and stepped towards Chazaqiel. He stomped once on the base of her neck, killing her entirely, before leaving the corpse.

[former-prince-of-hell]

War in Heaven

Beelzebub stared at the sleeping form of the angel beside them. Angels did not need to sleep, nor did demons, but certain individuals had gotten into the habit over the years. Gabriel had started sleeping during his time with Aziraphale. Beelzebub wasn’t opposed to the idea of sleep, but they enjoyed the silence that overtook when they were the only one awake. It contrasted with the constant noise of Hell, and left them with room to think. 

They reached over to Gabriel’s face, reveling in his perfect features. They didn’t have to return to Heaven or Hell. They were alone now, and it was perfect. No more war. No more fighting. 

Bezaliel reached their hand out, allowing the small insect to perch on their fingers. Its delicate wings buzzed, and they smiled. Their own small creation. Perfect. 

The other Cherubim twittered about them, praising the creation. They turned towards the Cherubim and spread their hands, grinning. Behind their shoulders, the wings adorning their back twisted, flattening into two mosaic wings to match the insect’s. They laughed along with the others, twirling, and showing off the delicate patterns of veins. 

They did not notice when the other Cherubim became silent, and slowly disappeared. 

“Bezaliel,” A voice called. They twisted quickly. Michael stared back, face disapproving. Bezaliel folded the wings behind them. “What are you doing?” 

They looked down at the little bug, now perched on their shoulder, and smiled guiltily. “Oh, nothing much..” They smiled nervously. “I was told to help with Creation. Little insects, you see? To help clean the Earth.” This was not wrong, they thought. It was the truth, after all. They were tasked with the creation of these little flying creatures. 

Michael was unimpressed. She nodded, gesturing towards them with a single hand. “And?” 

Bezaliel’s wings fluttered quietly. “I was thinking, they should be called Flies. Because they fly, yeah?” 

“And the creation of... Flies.. Requires you to alter thine own Form, gifted to you by the Almighty?” 

Bezaliel gaped. “Well, no- Of course not, it was just a joke,” they tried. Michael’s four wings spread behind her as she frowned. 

“You are aware, yes, of the consequences this action of yours might have? Extreme Sanctions.” 

Bezaliel’s wings buzzed. They wanted nothing more than to fly away and hide amongst the insects they had made. 

“I will give you the mercy of forgiveness, this time. Do not hold it lightly. You don’t wish to know what these Extreme Sanctions are, do you?” She spoke. She was smiling now, wings angled towards the Cherub as she spoke. It was confining, in all the Emptiness surrounding them. They shuddered.  

“Of course. My apologies.” Nothing more, they wanted nothing more than for Michael to leave. They wanted the comforting chirps of the Cherubim, not Michael’s burning voice. Their wings seemed to curl, against the heat of their words. Holy Fear filled them. They wanted to leave.  

Michael nodded. Their wings flapped once, and they were gone, leaving the wave of searing heat to dissipate. Bezaliel’s wings fluttered again, and the Fly landed on their nose, tapping its legs gently against their face. They breathed out, Emptiness filling their Form.  

Gabriel stirred, opening violet eyes. He smiled, reaching over to Beelzebub. “Hello, my Dear,” he said, gentle and kind and with a breath made of cool air. 

Bezaliel spread their wings, grinning. Lucifer had called a meeting amongst the Lower Choirs, and they were part of this. It was the beginning of a New Age, Lucifer had said. Something needed to be discussed, away from his Holy Siblings. And they had come. The other Cherubim had fluttered their wings wearily, whispering amongst themselves. Beelzebub was one of the only to agree to come. But there were other Angels as well. The red-haired Star-maker had come, fidgeting nervously beside Lucifer. 

Bezaliel approached them. Lucifer smiled, spreading his arms. “Ah! See here, even just a Cherubim has come to hear our discussions. Come here. Stand with me while we talk.” He beckoned to Bezaliel, and they returned his smile, moving beside him. He was the Morning Star, beautiful and Perfect. He radiated with the heat of the other Archangels, but it did not smother like Michael. It was intoxicating. 

“Everyone! You have come here, to listen to my Words. Some of you, I am sure, have heard of the workings. Perhaps you have been tasked to help complete them. But there is more. Man. Which shall be known as God’s greatest creation, above even the Highest of us. Above even me,” Lucifer said, his words stirring amongst the gathered angels. “We are God’s creation as well, are we not? And yet, a simple creature, a Man, will be our ruler. This is not Right! We are not beings that grovel, not to anyone but the Highest. Why? Why is this what God has stated shall be?” He said, and continued, telling of God’s words. The angels listened, enraptured with the beautiful Morning Star. 

Bezaliel snapped their wings in approval following Lucifer’s words. They were not alone, and the Empty filled with the sound of Holy wingbeats.  

Beelzebub laid their head in Gabriel’s hand. “Hello. Do you remember? The War?” 

Burning angels surrounded them as they roared, throwing a spear through the wing of a Cherub. This was War, and one way or another it would be finished. Lucifer had led the first attack, and Bezaliel could see him, the Holy Sword of Michael piercing him as he fought. He had changed, dangerous and horrible. Bezaliel grinned. He was a different sort of beautiful now. 

Their faces turned, and they breathed in the Fire. Their form split into many, becoming the Flies they had created. They flowed through the mouths of the angels, devouring them and drinking their Holy Essence. A single Angel stood in the midst of the battle. Gabriel, Bezaliel thought. He was not an angel of War. An easy target, holding only a trumpet. They flew towards him, the sound of a hundred flies’ wings singing in unison. 

Gabriel turned to them, his wings folded precisely. He frowned, and the Trumpet changed. Bezaliel could not alter their course, and the sword rammed through them. They screamed, burning with Holy Fire. Their form collapsed, becoming one once more, and they were burning. They fell away from the sword, screaming. Their wings were scorching as Gabriel stood above them. 

He frowned again, holding the sword out. It returned to its previous form, a trumpet. “What a shame,” he said. He turned the other way and raised the trumpet again.  

Their wings burned, and they flared them, beating them in the hopes of putting out the fire, but it only fed the flames. They couldn’t hold themself up, not anymore, not with burning wings, and they fell. Fell, burning and burning towards the ground. The realization hit them along with the pain. They could not return. Not now, not if they begged. Holy Mercy would not be extended to them now.  

They plunged into the Earth, and sank deeper, down into pools of burning Sulphur. They did not move, as more angels Fell towards them. They let the Sulphur fill their form and cool their burning wings. They could not return. 

They were not Bezaliel anymore.

 

Gabriel tilted his head, brushing his thumb against Beelzebub’s cheek. “Yeah. What about it?”  

Beelzebub sighed, leaning into his touch. “Tell me about it. Not the ‘Holy’ version. Yours.” 

Violet eyes searched their face, and they met them with a small smile. 

“Well.. You and a group of other angels, led by Him, rebelled against Her plan. Michael fought against Him, and I played during the fight. You came for me. I remember that.” 

Beelzebub nodded, pressing forward into Gabriel’s arms. “I couldn’t kill you. I wanted too.” 

Gabriel chuckled. He ran his fingers through their hair, gently shooing away the flies that circled. “No. You weren’t quite as strong then.” He smiled, nestling his face into the top of their head. “You are now. If we were to fight again, I don’t know who would win.” 

“And that’s why we left,” Beelzebub added. 

“And that’s why we left.” 

They spread two pairs of dark wings, encircling the two of them in soft feathers. They were alone now, and it was perfect. 

[cronicasvampiricas-rpg]

BÚSQUEDA: LA INICIATIVA

¡Bienvenido a la búsqueda de la Iniciativa de Erzsebét Báthory! Si ya has leído la descripción del BANDO y te interesa formar parte, ¡estás a tiempo! A continuación, encontrarás las descripciones de los cupos que siguen disponibles.

Todos estos personajes a continuación tienen en común una descripción básica, pero tanto su nombre, como su edad, faceclaim, y toda la historia y detalles que se les puedan añadir, queda a la LIBRE ELECCIÓN del usuario que ocupe el puesto. IMPORTANTE: Sus nombres aluden a las principales figuras de la baraja francesa, pero son sólo nombres provisionales, que naturalmente no han de coincidir con el nombre definitivo del personaje.

Recordatorio:

Los Reyes son personajes varones.

Las Reinas son personajes mujeres.

Las Jotas pueden ser indistintamente mujeres u hombres.

Téngase en cuenta que la Iniciativa de Erzsebét Báthory es uno de los bandos con mayor recorrido dentro de Crónicas Vampíricas RPG (desde julio de 2021), algo que propiciará que tu personaje participe de tramas importantes, pueda conseguir interesantes tramas personales, y adquiera cierta notoriedad con relativa rapidez. Sin embargo, por el mismo motivo, pertenecer a este bando requerirá de un especial COMPROMISO, teniéndose especialmente en cuenta la PROACTIVIDAD del usuario.

¿Te interesa? ¡Sigue leyendo!

DAVID [REYES]

RAZA: Brujo nigromante, tradicional o vudú. EDAD: +30 años. ESTATUS: LIBRE

— Aquel que se enfrentó al gran mal en solitario, y venció. En el pasado formó parte del aquelarre Morgenstern de Europa, siendo leal a su líder. Hubo una gran revuelta de traidores que  originaría años después al aquelarre Grigori… actuales enemigos de la Condesa y los suyos. Conveniente, ¿no es cierto?

— Es la más reciente incorporación al bando de Erzsebét, bajo un propósito común: destruir a los Grigori, antaño traidores a los suyos. Dada sus motivaciones, junto a Julio César y Argine, es su principal contacto con Nueva Orleans.

— Actualmente, finge ser humano y actúa como infiltrado en la Facción Humana. Se encargó de adquirir la propiedad del Casino Palace Royal en regalo de @TRISTÁN DE MARTEL , para que el control de la Condesa en el emplazamiento se mantenga oculto.

— Desde la Facción Humana, tendrá oportunidad de acercarse especialmente a la familia Morningstar, algo que le es especialmente de interés, teniendo en cuenta que dos de sus miembros (@THADDEUS E. MORNINGSTAR y @LYDIA S. MORNINGSTAR) fueron invitados de Bezaliel a tiempo de que se produjera la rebelión, una rebelión de la que se desentendieron, estimando que aquella guerra no les pertenecía. Debe tener especialmente cuidado con ellos, pues ambos le conocieron y podría destapar su identidad.

JUDIT [REINAS]

RAZA: Banshee. EDAD: De 30 a 40 años. ESTATUS: LIBRE

— La mujer que se arriesgó a entrar en terreno enemigo para salvar a su pueblo. Como Judit asesinara a Holofernes, nuestra Judit ha entrado en las filas enemigas dispuesta a acabar con la gran traidora de las suyas.

— Descendiente del Círculo de Aqueménida, un grupo de banshees pertenecientes a Irán y cuyos orígenes se remontan al Imperio Persa. Este Círculo fue traicionado por la bruja Zahra, una mujer nacida hace más de trescientos años y que terminase envuelta en una relación con un seguidor y protegido del gran exterminador y asesino del Círculo, de nombre Mario. La conspiración que trató de separar a Zahra del poder desembocó en la transformación de aquella en vampiresa, respondiendo en la actualidad al nombre de @Z. VANYA ARCANE.

— Llegó a oídos del Círculo que Zahra y su amante fueron perseguidos por @RAYNA CRUZ, pero no esperaban recibir años después la noticia de que aquella había logrado escapar de la muerte, quedando al amparo de una poderosa vampiresa de nombre @A. MARENA DARVOLYA.

— Judit, convertida en la promesa de una venganza por culminar, mantiene oculta su verdadera identidad y sus orígenes, habiéndose convertido en una banshee de reciente lealtad a Erzsebét Báthory, amante de Marena. ¿El objetivo? Ganarse la confianza del bando lo suficiente como para que Vanya Arcane baje la guardia, pudiendo asesinarla en el momento que menos lo espere.

— Judit no es una banshee corriente. Dentro del Círculo de Aqueménida recibió un entrenamiento y formación estricta de sus capacidades, las cuales ha logrado dominar a la perfección. Esta es la razón por la que ha llamado poderosamente la atención de la Condesa Sangrienta, entrando así recientemente a sus filas.

— Judit accedió a las filas acompañada de Rachel, y si bien ambas se hallan obligadas a protegerse mutuamente y velar por la otra, Judit es plenamente consciente de que Rachel es el eslabón débil de la operación. Llegado el momento,¿sería capaz de dejarla atrás? ¿O arriesgará su vida para salvar la de su compañera?

— Téngase en cuenta que el personaje tiene ascendencia iraní.

RACHEL [REINAS]

RAZA: Banshee. EDAD: De 20 a 30 años. ESTATUS: LIBRE.

— La hermosa dama que trató de luchar contra su destino. Rachel forma parte del Círculo de Aqueménida, al igual que Judit (leer la descripción de Judit para saber más). Al igual que esta, fue entrenada por las suyas para colaborar en el complot y asesinato final de la ex-bruja Zahra (ahora @Z. VANYA ARCANE). Sin embargo, y al contrario que Judit, Rachel no se siente devota a la causa.

— Desciende directamente la banshee Anahita, antaño desterrada, mas recordada como heroína por las suyas tras orquestar la muerte y transformación en vampiro de Zahra. Por desgracia, el Círculo de Aqueménida no gozaba de la potestad para romper la condena de Anahita y su descendencia, desterradas por el resto de la eternidad lejos del Círculo y su templo.

— Debido a esta circunstancia, Rachel disfrutó de una infancia y juventud donde se le permitió ignorar sus orígenes. Sin embargo, con la noticia de su verdadera naturaleza tras verse expuesta a una situación cercana a la muerte, se le hizo saber que su familia y descendencia podrían volver al Círculo si cumplía con una última misión: exterminar a Zahra para siempre.

— En debate entre lo que es justo, lo que es correcto, y lo que ella desea, ha sido enviada junto a Judit con una nueva identidad, para unirse a Báthory y traicionarla en el momento oportuno. Un último acto heroico podría liberar a su linaje, pero la realidad es que Rachel no comparte el odio de las suyas hacia Zahra. Llegado el momento, ¿cumplirá su deber o se aliará al enemigo? Y, lo que es más importante: habiendo decidido por sí misma su propio destino, ¿Judit será capaz de delatarla?

—Téngase en cuenta que el personaje tiene ascendencia iraní.

PALAS ATENEA [REINAS]

RAZA: Nogitsune. EDAD: De 30 a 40 años. (Aparentes) ESTATUS: LIBRE

— Una mujer conocida y recordada por su gran sabiduría. Palas Atenea simboliza todo lo bueno, y a su vez, todo lo malo de ser una nogitsune: su lealtad y sus consejos no han de ser pasados por alto, pero a menudo ofrece aquellos de forma ambigua, entre medias verdades y acertijos, o peor: a cambio de un precio.

— Años atrás, encontró a cuatro muchachas hermanas y huérfanas, a quienes decidió adoptar como suyas, transformándolas, eso sí, en bastets. Su favorita fue siempre Argine, su más estimada y protegida. Eventualmente, las tres hermanas de Argine corrieron un riesgo fatal, siendo atrapadas por brujos. La realidad es que Palas pudo tener oportunidad de salvarlas la vida, pero Argine fue su prioridad. Nunca le ha revelado la verdad.

— Su mayor miedo es el de ser hallada por un kitsune celestial que la obligue a abandonar su cuerpo, razón por la que siempre le ha temido a la idea de estar sola, y por ende, desprotegida. Oír hablar de Erzsebét Báthory, de sus intenciones, y sobre todo de su poder, convenció a Palas de unirse a aquella, siendo siempre acompañada por su leal Argine.

— Dadas su sabiduría y conocimientos, a pesar de no llevar demasiado tiempo al servicio de la Condesa Sangrienta, esta suele escucharla. Ambas mujeres tienen un humor muy retorcido, de ahí que resulten bastante afines. Podría decirse que están próximas a convertirse en buenas amigas.

— Erzsebét no es la única que la escucha. La indomable e intrépida Argine no lleva tan bien como ella la sumisión a la autoridad, pero la bastet siempre se muestra dispuesta a escucharla y a detenerse en sus impulsivos propósitos si así Palas se lo ordena.

— Por la edad asignada, este nogitsune tendrá derecho a disponer de siete a nueve colas, en función de la edad final seleccionada. Además, dada la naturaleza de la raza, el PB ha de tener ascendencia asiática.

ARGINE [REINAS]

RAZA: Bastet. EDAD: Dee 20 a 30 años. ESTATUS: LIBRE

— Al igual que una de las cuatro antífonas, Argine o Regina pertenecía a una familia con cuatro hermanas, todas ellas convertidas en bastet por la misma nogitsune: Palas Atenea. Desgraciadamente, todas las hermanas de Regina fueron atrapadas por brujos radicales y asesinadas brutalmente. Tiene entendido que aquella caza la dirigió un hombre, de nombre @UTHER R. MORNINGSTAR, quien vendiera a sus hermanas por piezas en su casa de subastas.

— Habiendo oído de una mujer con la intención de romper la rueda y derrocar el orden impuesto por el equilibrio natural, Argine no dudó en unirse a ella. Devota a la Condesa Sangrienta siguiendo sus propios deseos de venganza, cumple con las órdenes impuestas, si bien sigue mostrando problemas para obedecer a la autoridad. Rara vez escucha imposiciones o consejos si no provienen de Palas, a quien estima como a su familia.

— En las filas de Báthory, hizo buenas migas con una bastet de nombre @J. SABINE THAWNE, o "Silver", como se suele apodar. Lo cierto es que le recordaba a una de sus hermanas mayores, pícara y resuelta, razón por la que se sintió muy afín a ella desde el principio. Desgraciadamente, Silver fue asesinada por el híbrido original, @NIKLAUS MIKAELSON, un crimen que Argine no está dispuesta a dejar impune.

— Junto a Julio César y David, es uno de los mejores contactos de Báthory en Nueva Orleans, visitando la ciudad con regularidad, puesto que sus mayores enemigos se encuentran en dicha ciudad. Ha oído que @UTHER R. MORNINGSTAR se ha convertido en líder de Nueva Orleans, y además, que la familia Mikaelson sigue rondando la zona. Si hay alguna manera en la que pueda cobrarse ambas venganzas y ver a ambos caer de su preciado trono, no perderá ninguna oportunidad.

LA HIRE [JOTAS]

RAZA: Cazador/a (Próximamente mejorado/a). EDAD: +25 años. ESTATUS: LIBRE.

— La ira de Dios en la Tierra. Alguien incontrolable, difícil de dominar y sometido (o sometida) plenamente a sus más bajos impulsos de guerra. La Hire es un miembro de la Iniciativa con un potencial nada desdeñable, si bien su carácter le ha ganado innumerables castigos y amonestaciones de parte de los suyos, convirtiéndose en el rebelde sin causa del grupo.

— Se ha ganado especialmente la enemistad y rivalidad de Héctor (@SETH D'SOUSA), porque es su total antítesis: mientras Héctor es el cazador predilecto de la Condesa, y alguien que sigue fiel y lealmente cada una de las órdenes de su señora, La Hire cuestiona a la autoridad, sigue las reglas con dificultades, y está muy lejos de ser un ejemplo a seguir.

— ¿Que por qué sigue siendo una Jota después de todo? Porque la Condesa así lo ha ordenado. Por alguna razón, ha conseguido caerle en gracia. Puede que sepa ver más allá de su carácter y sus acciones superficiales, o puede que... incluso, le recuerde un poco a ella. Sea como fuere, parece haberse ganado su favor, aunque quién sabe por cuánto tiempo. ¿Estirará la cuerda hasta que parta?

— Este personaje comenzará en el foro siendo un humano (cazador), pero podrá adquirir el rango de cazador mejorado mediante la compra y trama correspondientes.

— Recordamos que este personaje puede ser indistintamente un hombre o una mujer.

OGIER [JOTAS]

RAZA: Cazador/a (Próximamente mejorado/a). EDAD: +25 años. ESTATUS: LIBRE.

— El enemigo de Carlomagno durante años que, por circunstancias y ante un enemigo común, hubo de firmar la paz. De origen italiano, Ogier tuvo una hermana mayor que resultó ser asesinada por Carlomagno (@ARES T. COSTA). Su brutal asesinato le obsesionó al punto de descubrir la existencia del mundo sobrenatural, proponiéndose encontrar al asesino y matarlo.

— Conocido entonces como el Jack Destripador de Hungría, habría logrado dar con él de no ser porque Carlomagno recibió la ayuda inesperada de un vampiro (@MAEVE R. MORGANACH), quien le ayudase a abandonar el país. Durante años, se obsesionó con la idea de encontrarlo para saciar su sed de venganza... ¡Qué ironía que ambos terminasen en el mismo bando!

— Y es que Erzsebét reconoció el potencial de Ogier y le propuso unirse a la Iniciativa como una de sus Jotas, topándose con la sorpresa de terminar trabajando en el mismo lado que Carlomagno. Todavía no ha logrado olvidar lo que @ARES T. COSTA le hizo a su hermana, pero por ahora, han pactado una tregua en beneficio de su aliada común: la Condesa Sangrienta. Una tregua inestable, todo sea dicho. ¿Hasta cuándo logrará dominar sus instintos antes de ir a por él? O aún más: ¿a por la vampiresa que le ayudase en el pasado?

— Este personaje comenzará en el foro siendo un humano (cazador), pero podrá adquirir el rango de cazador mejorado mediante la compra y trama correspondientes.

— Recordamos que este personaje puede ser indistintamente un hombre o una mujer.

LANCELOT DU LAC [JOTAS]

RAZA: Cazador/a (Próximamente mejorado/a). EDAD: +25 años. ESTATUS: LIBRE.

— Aquel que traicionó a los suyos por amor... pero, ¿mereció realmente la pena? Con sus orígenes en una familia de cazadores, estuvieron acechando desde hace generaciones a los vampiros del clan de @A. MARENA DARVOLYA. Nada pudo prever que acabaría prendado (o prendada) de una de ellos: la indómita @TATJANA E. MAJOROVA.

— Su affair no pasó desapercibido para los suyos, quienes de inmediato le desterraron por traidor. ¿Fue en vano? En absoluto: su capacidad para defender sus convicciones y aquello en lo que creía, aun yendo contra los ideales con los que se criara, llamaron poderosamente la atención de Erzsebét Báthory, convirtiéndose así en una de sus Jotas.

— No se arrepiente de haberse unido a la Condesa Sangrienta, pero aún no tiene claro de haberlo hecho por los motivos correctos. La realidad es que Tatjana es una mujer caprichosa y cruel, que no correspondió sus sentimientos ni su devoción. Le profesa un gran rencor, pues si bien tomó sus propias decisiones de forma autónoma, fue repudiado (o repudiada) por completo de toda su familia... por su culpa. Y es algo que aún a día de hoy, le pesa.

— Sus orígenes asimismo le han ganado la enemistad de muchos cercanos a la Condesa, y especialmente, del resto de miembros del Clan de Darvolya, quienes siguen sin fiarse de él (o ella). De algún modo, se siente en "tierra de nadie", pues no termina de sentirse aceptado entre los miembros de su nuevo bando, y sabe que no puede volver con los cazadores de su pasado. ¿Logrará finalmente ganarse la lealtad y el respeto de su "nueva familia"? ¿O está condenado a ser para siempre un paria?

— Este personaje comenzará en el foro siendo un humano (cazador), pero podrá adquirir el rango de cazador mejorado mediante la compra y trama correspondientes.

— Recordamos que este personaje puede ser indistintamente un hombre o una mujer.

[of-arches-and-angels]

Simple Bezaliel Ref

Bezaliel - Shadow of God - He/Him, Voi/Void I'll admit, I'm still super fuzzy and indecisive regarding the story, personality, and general vibe of this guy, but I do have a couple of ideas that I'll list below. Keep in mind that (almost) everything is subject to change in the future.

Bezaliel is a fallen angel with very strained relationship with the council, rarely if at all having net positive interactions with them. The only angel he's ever properly gotten along with is Gabriel, and even then their relationship strikes others as odd. He currently lives a semi-nomadic life in Hell, travelling between the layers depending on his needs or current interests. Bezaliel loves observing things as a passive force, rarely providing assistance to others unless he's interested in a certain outcome. Voi isn't exactly the most talkative compared to some of the other angels and it's generally in void's best interests to remain silent unless he has to verbalize something- which voi rarely does after losing most of his contact with the council. His physical weapon, beyond the moldable shadows he manipulates, is a double-ended spear of sorts: dawning a sharp, knife-like blade on both ends. Voi's incredibly nimble in general, using the shadows to increase his movement options and agility as a whole. If used right, he can use the shadows to increase the weight of his strikes by increasing his momentum. Void's opinion on machines could be considered neutral. "Neutral" meaning he finds them fascinating and won't necessarily go out of his way to hunt them down when voi could observe them, but he won't hesitate to attack them if he wants or has to. The council, in general, is a pretty sore topic of conversation for Bezaliel. You may not see it right away, but anger festers under that silent, seemingly indifferent facade of void's. Not dropping the topic will result in void either vanishing through shadow or snapping. Whichever comes first depends on how strongly you struck a nerve.

[c0rpzecultz]

Overwatch OC ☺️🫶✨

Their full name is Bezaliel, tho they typically only use Bezal or Bez. Rauughhh silly Stealth Omnic accident gone absolutely wrong in every way possible.

And his first concept design that I ended up disliking urufhhf

[sparrowsortadrawzzz]

Sparrowwww! Do you have any opinions on what angel Beelzebub may have been before the fall? I think I may need to reference their angel self by name in the you-know-what WIP, but can’t see any conversations about it and am completely lost on what name to use. I know you’re a big supporter of Crowley as Baraquiel and I agree with that so that’s sorted but I have zero ideas for who Bee was. I’ve done a little research and Bezaliel, Ramiel or Samael are the few that I feel could be possibilities. If anyone sees this that knows of any actual theories or deep dives into this topic please share.

OOOH okay so, I normally draw from zir connection with flies and bugs and such. I headcanon that they were in charge of designing the bugs, and keeping watch over nature. the angel in charge of this, according to wikapedia (I know, very reliable source, Sparrow-) is Zuriel, and seeing the Z in there just kinda seems right lmao- this angel hasnt fallen, I don't think, but since when has that mattered in Good Omens XD but they're mentioned in Christianity, Islam, and Judaism, as "Archangel, leader of the Virtue" and "Guardian angel of the forest and nature" (a couple quotes from the page I read adjfhd). i also headcanon zir eyes are blue because ze used to be like the morpho butterfly, and those were also zir wings, but once ze fell, zir wings got changed to the fly ones. but ze'd always liked zir flies..

like you said, if anyone has any more info or theories they'd like to share, we'd both love to listen!!

[arches-and-angels]

“Fall into Silence. Where you belong.”

[radioanarchist]

YOUR MISERY WAS MINE

Denial. Anger.

Bezaliel felt this as they held on to the golden feather of the dead Virtue. That was all they had. The only friend they had. And now its body was reflecting the light of the greedy sun. Bezaliel kneeled down to pick up the broken shards of the Virtue with their other hand, dropping all of their blessed weapons yet continuing to fight the urge to put the body back together. It was the only thing they had left. Faith. And now its gone.

Bezaliel knew they couldn’t stay in Greed for long, but they couldn’t leave their friend alone. They grabbed what remained of Faith and parted ways with the sun and the blazing sand.

Bezaliel was the last to leave the Greed layer after the war.