Intro

"" Living in a world and being anonymous""

Basic Info

Name: Mordecai Revali

Gender: Male

Race: Archangel/Human

Age: 16-21

Size: Tall

Body Type: Slim/slender yet athletic

Height: 6'1

Weight: 125lbs

Complexion: White

Hair: Black

Eyes: Blue

Handedness: Left

Relationship Status:Single

Personality: Protective, Cocky , Sarcastic, Blunt. Honest, truthful, Caring sweet, dark sense of humor,

Likes: Demons, Angels, music,

Dislikes: Haters, betrayal, dishonesty, cheaters, liars

Description

He has dark black hair and sometimes has lip rings.

My Whole Life Story

Biography

Note: I do not take credit for this.... The person who did my backstory is Skipbab. Thanks so much.... Your awesome.

Have you ever regretted something so much that you wanted to do anything to get it back? Well I have. Now I will tell you a story of mistakes, friendships, love and betrayal. It all started at the peak of Mount Killian, I were on guard duty for the king of us Aviors, the humans calls us Angels, because we look like some religious figures of theirs. Well It all went nice and well up on the mountain, we were not at war with anyone, the humans came to us for guidance and help with tasks our theirs.

Then one day, king Aron, the lord of the Aviors wanted to raise the fee. Before, the humans just needed to sacrifice something of little worth, may it be a loaf of bread, some pottery or an old and weak animal. Now Aron wanted to raise the price, to a human life, though it were still and old and weak person who were needed, I couldn' stand there and watch him take lives. I had made friends with humans, they made cauldrons of beer to honor me, having feast over me helping them in battle. I were a man of the people, not the "Angels". I knew that I needed to take down Aron, but I needed a small army.

It took me a couple of days, but I gathered a little group of like five if I remember correct. Our plan were to sneak into Arons palace at night, then threaten his life until he stopped with the taking of lives. So night fell, and me and my ragtag crew snuck us into the palace. It were rather easy, we can fly so it's just land on the balcony to the bedroom, then walked over to the door, it were not locked, maybe he though that noone would come after him, stupid man. As we walked in, nothing seemed suspicious. The room were filled with knights armors. He slept on a kingsized bed between to set of armor. We stood over the kings bed, looking directly at the sleeping murders face, then something poked my shoulder, but nothing were behind me but... the armor. The armor held a knife to my back. It turned out that one of the crew had ratted out on me for witness-protection against court. We were busted, shit.

The day after we tried and failed on our plan, Aron had us gathered in the courtyard. We laid on our knees, ready to be decapitated. Each of us got the choice, to be executed or banished forever. I chose the latter, non of the other did that, poor sobs. They kicked me out of "Heaven". They even chained my wings together temporarily so I wouldn't go back instantly. I were thrown from the peak of the mountain to the bottom. As I plummeted to certain domm, I though and hoped for a miracle.

And a miracle came in the shape of a big pair of hairy purple arms.

The arms didn't belong to any human or aviors, no, these belonged to the one, who would become my greatest ally, worst dilemma. The man had charcoal black skin and were covered in purple fur. He were a big loaf of a manb, 7 feet tall and with a sturdy build. His mouth had a pair of elephant like tusks, though smaller protruding it. He had catched me from sky, thinking that I were a falling bird. First I thought that I were gonna die, then he asked if I were ok, unaware that I could speak. So I opened my mouth and the oaf almost had a heartattack when I said "thanks for catching me". He were so scarred that he ran behind a tree. Half an hour passed, and he warmed up to me. He asked me why I fell, I told my story, then asked him what he were doing out in a forest all by himself. He said that he had went feral, so he were a danger to the ground dwellers, or "demons" as the humans calls them. I don't now why, but I looked to innocent to even hurt a fly.

He didn't say a word, he just put me on the ground, then went out to find berries. and he came back with it. It were some goddamn great berries, raspberries, strawberries, bastard even found some mother****in cherries, how? But back to the story. Over the course of the day, I learned his name, it were Oswor, and we became friends. He even freed me from the chains that were wrapped my wings. Days passed and Oswor took care of me. More days went by and he told me more about himself. He's not a man of many words, but his hearts size is only outmatched by his stomach. One day he decided to take me to a nearby village, said something about them thinking he's a local spirit or something.

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