[1x1] [Peggy_ & lunar mantis .]

[jaspurr.]

this is a one x one between Peggy_Rogers & myself
please don't post here unless you're either of us c:

[Burning_Roses]

General Information

Name//Damon Sinclair
Age//No one really knows
Gender//Male
Race//Demon
Sexuality//Homosexual
Eye Color//Dark Grey/Almost Black
[bHair Color//[/b]Black
Weight//145lbs
Height//5”10

Personality

Postive Traits//He is smart and a great evader, which comes in handy when you’re pretty much hated by everyone. He also is quick on his feet
Negative Traits//He is manipulative and cunning. But he’s hard to read when it comes to making friends.
Overall Personality//Damon is a cynical jerk(could use a stronger word) he tries to make friends, but fails most of the time because he either manipulates them to do what he wants or he just ends up showing his true colors.
Likes//Music:Anything to drown out his own thoughts or anger, to be a manipulative jerk towards those who deserve it, screwing with human lives.
Dislikes//What he calls do gooders. He also tends to dislike angels, just by his upbringing he was raised from his late teens to believe angels were the bad ones. So he holds resentment.

History

Born an angel, he was raised among the other angels. Something was off with him and the higher ups could tell. In their fear of his rebellion one day they cast him below to be raised among demons. This started an angry resentment that nearly consumed his very being until he was taught to both control and tame it. He soon began working his way up the ranks of demons, he had power and he had the drive and merciless attitude the leadership needed. Soon he became a second in command, then he disrespected the highest one and his punishment was to be sent to earth as a mayhem. ((Basically sent to cause utter terror in some lives, but most mayhem’s remain dormant and try and watch normal lives.))

[jaspurr.]

o name; isaiah
o age; unknown
o gender; male
o species; angel

o appearance; isaiah has a slender build, and stands at five foot seven.
his skin is a warm copper colour, and he has intricate rune-like markings
that run up his forearms. his hair is white and slightly curly, and kept
cut short. his features are soft, and he has pale blue eyes

o personality; well-mannered and polite, isaiah is definitely the kind of
person who always follows the rules. he is warm-hearted and kind, but
perhaps a little too friendly. isaiah is usually soft-spoken, and actually
has a rather nice singing voice. he can be a bit sensitive at times, and is
easily flustered

o sexuality; homosexual.

[Burning_Roses]

“Come on Damon! Hurry up and catch us!” Two,ofmthe friends Damon once had yelled as they ran through heaven after a day of training. Damon watched his younger self chase after them a smile plastered on his features. The simplest of times when he was still an angel, still good and pure and innocent not anymore. Never again...

He sat up with a jolt, his brow beaded with perspiration and he panted. Another dream, not a surprise they had become more and more frequent with every day. Being stuck on earth had really taken its toll on the boy. Sighing he threw his legs over the bed and hopped to the floor to grab his jacket and yank on some pants. Once dressed he grabbed a cigarette and lit it walking outside his home and down the sidewalk into the late night. No one was around as he walked down the road and through the woods to an old abandoned field far from town and far from people. He sighed and sat down looking up at the stars,puffing at his cigarette, “I bet y’all still laugh at me from all the way up there.” He muttered as he laid back watching the stars. One seemed to be moving closer, What in hells name? He sat up and tried to look but the light blinded him as he moved away behind a tree, What in the world, then the crash hit, shaking the ground and causing Damon to fall. He looked around the tree and raised a brow, “What.the.hell?”

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The angel didn't remember much from before the fall. He just remembered the awful feeling of the ground rushing up to meet him, the blinding light that surrounded himself as fell through the sky, and closing his eyes in anticipation of smacking right into the earth.

He must have lost consciousness just before hitting the ground, as he didn't remember the impact. One moment he was falling, and the next he was lying in a crater of upturned dirt. With a groan, Isaiah sat up slowly, placing his hands on the ground to steady himself as he moved. His head was swimming and his vision blurry - both from falling, and the fact that his eyes had yet to adjust to the darkness. He glanced down at himself; his entire body ached, but he didn't seem to be hurt. There were a few scrapes on his knees and hands, but mostly he was just dirty from landing in a field. The angel took a few shaky breaths, trying to peer through the dark for anything familiar. He wasn't sure where he was - Earth, of course, but where?

[Burning_Roses]

Damon

Damon ran over and looked at boy who had fallen. His eyes widened before he leaned down studying the bit closer before he raised a brow, “I-Isiah?” He recognized this boy from his time back in heaven.He used to run after the classes with him, What was he doing on earth? Why was he on earth?

Damon pulled the cigarette from his mouth and stomped it out holding out his hand, “Why are you here? Earth is no place for an angel.” He gave a small but charming smile. Sure before he was cast from heaven Damon and Isiah were friends, but maybe this was his ticket to get back to his home, he could overthrow the higher ups but then he would be allowed to return and be the right hand man to the king.

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Hearing the sound of someone running across the field, Isaiah shifted round where he sat so that he was facing the approaching figure. He watched the boy as he neared and then leaned down, seeming to study him, but Isaiah simply blinked when he spoke his name. The angel seemed to have a bit of trouble remembering anything after his fall, but after looking at the boy for a while, it clicked. "...Damon?" he spoke at last, smiling slightly. He was glad to have found an old friend so soon - he had been afraid that he'd be alone.

"I don't know why I'm here," Isaiah answered, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "My mind feels... fuzzy." He gingerly took a hold of Damon's outstretched hand, slowly getting to his feet, and then letting go. Isaiah still felt quite dizzy, and he wobbled a little where he stood. "Where are we?" he asked, glancing around.

[Burning_Roses]

Damon

Damon snorted as he patted his friends shoulder, “Yeah it’s me.” He watched him wobble and took his hand, “Careful there darling.” He smiled and pushed his dark hair from his eyes and pulled another cigarette and lit it blowing smoke up into the night sky.

“Yeah well you just fell from heaven, things are gonna be a bit fuzzy darling.” He smiled and took another puff of the cigarette before holding it out to Isaiah, “Want a smoke?” He snorted softly, “Welcome to New York. The city is over the hill a little ways away.” He leaned against a tree and puffed the cigarette. “So you’re pretty beat up. Why don’t we get you back to my place?” He smirked, “I promise I’m all innocent”

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"It's good to see you again," he smiled warmly, finally finding his balance again. He had a lot of questions to ask his old friend, but he supposed they could wait until later. Isaiah watched as Damon lit up a cigarette, and then wrinkled his nose at it when it was offered to him. "Those are bad for you, you know," he scolded, shaking his head slightly.

"Is New York always this cold?" Isaiah questioned, looking over at the hill but not catching a glimpse of the city. He hoped the daytime here would be a bit warmer. The angel never did like cold weather. Isaiah turned his gaze back to Damon, watching as he leaned against the tree. "Yeah, let's go to yours," he agreed, wanting to get himself cleaned up.

[Burning_Roses]

Damon

“You forget the fact that I’m a demon Isaiah darling, these don’t do anything besides help me focus.” He puffed the last of it away and stomped it on the ground. “I love em.” He laughed, it was a cold, almost mirthless laugh. “Yeah it’s cold. I mean I’ve felt worse but” He shrugged off his leather jacket and threw it on the other boy’s shoulders with a smile, it suprisingly didn’t smell like cigarette smoke, but of mint and lavender.

He took the other boy’s hand and lead him on the walk back to his apartment pointing out a few New York landmarks, he unlocked his apartment door into a semi nice apartment, Black and red walls, decorated well and neatly. Once again there was a smell of mint and lavender in the air, once they entered Damon lead the other boy to his bathroom. “Here get showered up. I’ll leave some clothes on the bed and start heating up some food”