|| Uninvited || Mischief, Sherlock and Blep

[Darkanra]

Please don't post if you are not Blep, Sherlock or I.
Thank you.

[Darkanra]

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Name: It's a secret~
Aliases: Devian Church
Gender: Male
Age: Appears around 20
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Former God
More information: here

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Personality: Devian is a strange character. He is wily, charismatic, and seems
easy to trust. He's a good listener, and talks enough, but never about his
personal issues. He will stay loyal to those who he deems really deserve it,
but if betrayed, his fury will be fierce and unrelenting. He has fickle
convictions, and morals that seem to appear or disappear depending on his
current mood at the time. One moment friendly and gentle, the next enraged,
Devian can be difficult to keep up with. He is smart and witty, often
preferring to spar with his opponent verbally or mentally instead of using
physical violence. However, he is skilled with most bladed weaponry, favouring
flick knives over all else. A combination of his speed and agility as well as his
teleporting ability means he can be quite dangerous, yet never can quite be
bothered to use his ability to its full extent. Can be pretty laid-back.

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Appearance: Standing at 5'8", Devian isn't exactly the tallest person
around. He's thin and fragile-looking, but is actually quite strong. Described
as 'handsome' by some, and 'pretty' by others, Devian knows he's vaguely
good-looking, but rarely uses it for anything. His hair is raven black, his
eyes a light brown, almost orange. He wears a fur-trimmed coat and black
jeans, as well as a plain, black v-neck top with long sleeves. On his feet,
he wears black, calf-length boots, and he usually has a knife on him.
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[86Eternity]

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Sethakai
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-/-/-/-
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❝Oh it's you. Nice to meet you?...Plsdontkillme.❞
-Sethakai
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ｂａｓｅ ｆａｃｔｓ
full name Sethakai Terou
nicknames Seth
age ...unclear looks around 17?
gender male
accent not English.
sexuality gay²
ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
height 5'7
species celestials
build slim build, athletic.
Physical strength isn't great
unless he's kicking someone
off a building, tends to rely
on powers.
eyes Lavender, darker
at the iris. Ringed with yellow.
hair Pale ginger, fades to
white. Tends to have it
tied back or it just gets
everywhere.
scars none
ｂａｓｅ ｔｒａｉｔｓ

+ traits determined, thoughtful,
trusting, curious.
- traits stubborn,
maybe a little naive.
ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐｓ
family unknown
friends open
enemies why bother with a
hugeass list?
romantic open ;3
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Nobody really knows where he came from, not even him, he just kinda... Turned up. It's rumoured he has rogue heritagebut nothing has been proven. He's not a god, yet lives among a kingdom of them. A little outcasted due to his odd behaviours and slightly confusing logic.
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Sethakai is loyal and generally happy-go-lucky despite this he can be difficult to get along with. With a one-track-mind and the determination to fuel him on if he wants something or wants to know something, he'll never stop working to get it. Whilst he seems to be extremely good at detecting lies he still trusts a little too easily and he'd probably still be 'friendly' with someone who wants him dead. If given a goal or mission he usually won't stop till he's dead and will not listen to any reasoning or common sense, it can be a little irritating. There's a lot of things he doesn't really understand which is likely why he can be loyal to people he really shouldn't be, who haven't earned it.

[_Sherlock_]

══{ɪ ᴍᴀʏ ғᴀʟʟ}══

" You're wrong! "

Name:: Arentis Stevens
Nickname:: Aaron
Gender:: Male
Age:: 21
Sexuality:: Bisexual
Romantics:: None
Power:: He can fly which is a
definite perk, he also has some very
good sight. His intelligence is superior
to most which acts as a power too.
Awesome new, currently unknown powers.
Traits + Intelligent, remarkably empathic
when alone with a person, reckless
- Reckless, superior, self-centred, arrogant

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══{ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ}══
Classic 'jerk' - looks suave and charming,
has the ability to fly and a keen intellect
but lacks the more refined skills in life;
like common kindness. He's never really
needed them. Of course, deep, deep
down he's a nice guy with fierce loyalty
and a recklessness that boarders on
martyrdom when someone's in danger.
However, on the surface he is an arrogant,
self-centred, superior sole - what makes
all of that worse is that he's usually right.
Recently he has acquired some very cool
new abilities for some Gods.

Likes:: Open spaces, people (not that he'll
admit it), cake, motorbikes, brains and chemistry
Dislikes:: Small Spaces, Being wrong (Watch out when
that happens), did I mention small spaces, small Spaces

══{ɪ ᴍᴀʏ ᴀʟsᴏ}══

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
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Devian Church sat in his chair behind his desk, boots on the shiny wooden surface as he swiveled from side to side slowly; the rubik's cube clicking loudly between his fingers as he stared at the letter on the table. Word is that Arentis is out for my blood again. What a pain. He sighed, putting the toy down on the desk, fully solved, before swinging his feet off it and leaning forward to stare at the small being on the sofa across the room. It's bad enough with that one trying to kill me every five seconds, without Arentis attempting to catch me for lawbreaking. Standing up, Devian stretched, joints cracking as he did so, before padding across the room to poke the Celestial sleeping on the office sofa. "Hey, Sethakai. You're going to crick your neck if you sleep without a pillow. Where's the one I gave you earlier? You didn't eat it, did you?"

Devian turned to look out of one of the wide windows, eyes glimmering in the sunlight that shone through. Why do I get the feeling my life is about to take a complicated twist?

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
Male| Hero | Form

Miles overhead, Arentis flew above the cloud cover in the vague direction of the address in his pocket. He caught glimpses of the rows of very similar little blocks of houses with near disgust that this was where his rival had chosen to hide. His blood still boiled even thinking of the small, red-eyed creature to this day. Still, he wouldn't get away this time. This time he was stronger and much, much more powerful so nothing at all would stand in his way to send him down just like his gang were.
Google maps pulled him from his rather violent thoughts by annoying cold, 'Take the second left and then you have reached your destination'. With that he floated just above the clouds to pinpoint the house in question. There were far too many people around at this time of day for him to make an entrance annoyingly. Quickly he found the house and cursed slightly. It was the massive skyscraper thing. Who was he kidding? Of course it was the massive skyscraper! This was his arrogant rival with the empire of evil, or whatever he called it. The address had said top floor which, when he looked down from above, pretty close to the roofing. Maybe 10 or so metres of wasted space through decoration. He smirked to himself as he lined up an area just to the left of the spiked top. Then he plummeted to the ground as fast as gravity and his powers would allow. The roof splinted under his locked legs and he clattered straight through into the top floor. Simply ignoring the screeching from people in the room and the pattering/thudding of people running away in abject terror, he looked around. In front of him was a very official-looking door while he had landed in an almost reception-type area.
Straightening up, he knocked on the door with a grin. This was going to be fun.

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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Sethakai was slowly beginning to adjust to having other things to do other than killing people, however, some days he did tend to do nothing but stare out of the window, not moving all day. Sleeping seemed to be a good alternative to killing people, it certainly required less effort. He had been about to throw a knife at Devian but the god stood up and approached him instead, the knife he had concealed behind his hand would have to wait a little longer. Upon being poked he let out a soft growl, eyes cracking open. He had the pillow just on top of his feet, which he then kicked up and effectively hit Devian in the face with the pillow. "I don't even know what you're on about... And of course I didn't eat it. The texture is nasty." He grumbled.

The celestial then sat up, his attention quickly being directed away from Devian. Twitching and pointing upwards, the feathers either side of his head suddenly seemed to 'wake up' and they fanned out, still quivering a little. "Devian, someone with a high energy signal is approaching." He stated, feathers still flicking back and forth. That was a few seconds before the rather large crash. Ah. They'd arrived. "Oh. They're here now."

[Darkanra]

♦ ᗪᗴᐯᎥᗩᑎ ᑕᕼᑌᖇᑕᕼ ♦
Devian | Male | Information broker| Form: xXx
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Devian took the pillow to the face with a slightly irritated eye twitch, but let it slide. It would be mean to hit Sethy's feathers with it. He sighed, but ran a hand through his dark fringe before looking at the celestial again. "Have you actually tried eating a pillow? When was this?" Then he got a flashback of that one day he had come into his office and there had been an explosion of white fluff and feathers all over the floor. "Wait... nevermind."

Sethakai's sudden attentiveness put him on guard, and as he pointed out the energy signal, Devian was already trying to match it up with someone he knew. It's not a God, nor a celestial... It had better not be another damn assassin. Turning to the doorway, he heard a the sound of the building's roof caving in under the force of something about human sized. Grabbing his coat off a nearby rack, Devian strode over to the door to investigate what kind of idiot would try and come to him, especially in his own office. The sound of screaming and panic reached his ears and a exasperated expression swept over his face. He paid well, and only for the best. The people this new being had scared away was going to cost him. Not only to try and convince them that aliens weren't real, but for hush money as well.

A knock at the door lifted the corner of the God's mouth witha smirk. Oh yes, this would be fun. Devian placed one hand on the door, and put his other in his jeans' pocket. It grasped a blade, and then he threw the door open, only for his smirk to turn to a grimace. "Are you serious?" Arentis Stevens.
How did he find me? And where is all this energy coming from? He definitely did not have this much power the last time we clashed. What the Hell is going on? A small rumble of thunder in the distance made his red eyes dance with disgust. Of course. It was them. It always is. Why can't they just leave me alone?

[_Sherlock_]

Arentis Stevens
Male| Hero | Form

The door was thrown open to reveal he enemy. He quickly stepped forward so he could stop the door if it were slammed shut and take a peak at the room and crowd his personal space considerably. The usual kind of evil office; spiny chair, desk, sofa, awesome computer with monitors, feathery sidekick.. Wait, the other person, thing with a tail was on the sofa and most definitely did not look human. Maybe an ally? Somehow he doubted it and that put a major spanner in his, 'I'll just stroll in and kill this idiot' plan. He tried to forget about that and focus on the job in hand.

"Devian! Funny seeing you here! How are you?"

[86Eternity]

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.Sethakai Terou. Outcast Celestial.
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"Of course I haven't tried eating a pillow! I just wanted to know what was in it..." He grumbled, glaring at Devian for suggesting such a thing.

Watching the Devian throw the door open and meet his opponent didn't seem to bother him, what did was the god's change in expression. It made him curious. He wanted to know who the mystery person was. Sitting up a little straighter he tried to see past Devian. Damn, he was in the way. Stabbing him would have been the perfect way to get him out of the way but he decided he might need the knife to use on whoever else came through the door. He could wait a little longer to stab someone. Focusing a glare on the stranger who had entered, he stood up but stayed by the sofa, just watching the other person. He didn't really know what they were capable of and so he glanced over to Devian instead and tilted his head as if to say 'oi what's up with this guy? And what's up with the nickname?' and of course the most important question: 'Can I stab him?'.