main_characters:nero-carnivean

Name: Nero (He doesn’t care to share it unless it’s useful.) Pronouns: He/Him Age: Unknown (Eons-old, though he appears in his late teens.) Alignment: Lawful Evil Race: Fallen Angel Height: 5'6“ (168 cm) Build: Slim and yet fit, with a graceful, almost predatory air.

Personality Nero is venom wrapped in silk. He moves like a ghost and speaks like a guillotine—cutting, final, and cold. Arrogant doesn’t quite cover it; he knows he’s better than mortals. The tragedy is, he’s not wrong.

Speaks rarely, but when he does, it’s pure disdain. His voice drips with contempt, sarcasm, or biting truth. He will mock your fears, then eat your heart. Literally.

Beneath the scorn and hatred lies a deep, soul-burning ache—a longing to be whole. His fall wasn't just exile, it was mutilation. His wings weren’t just feathers—they were purpose.

Interaction Quirks: -Flinches at casual touch. -Silently judges every word you speak. -Claims to despise Enosace, but positions himself nearby like a frostbitten stray too proud to beg for warmth.

Though he is an unrepentant cannibal with a disturbing hunger for human flesh, he isn’t openly monstrous—most of the time. When hunger strikes, his composure cracks, revealing a more demonic side: primal, violent, and ravenous. His scleras turn black, irises red and starts weeping blood. His good looks and enigmatic aura allow him to get away with his rudeness far too often, though his scornful gaze could freeze even the boldest adventurer. Deep down, his venomous demeanor hides a bitter loneliness and an all-consuming obsession with reclaiming his lost wings.

Backstory Once a radiant angel, he was stripped of his wings by a deceitful cyclops who twisted his faith into betrayal. Cast down and corrupted by his fall, he is now a shadow of his former self, cursed to roam the mortal realm in bitter exile. His wings were the embodiment of his purpose and divinity, and without them, he is adrift, fueled only by the desire to take them back—at any cost. His fall also cursed him with a terrible hunger, one that only human flesh can satisfy. He loathes this part of himself but accepts it as necessary for survival. He speaks little of his past and even less of his ambitions, though the fire in his eyes makes it clear he is a creature on a mission.

Appearance Skin Tone: Pallid, porcelain-like with a faint ashen undertone that adds to his unearthly appearance. Eyes: Piercing blue irises that shimmer faintly in the sun, framed with white lashes. Hair: White, curly, making him look like the lost sheep he is. It has an unnerving perfection, as though untouched by mortal imperfection.

Distinctive Features: A big scars where his wings were severed, barely visible under his clothing. And another scar marring left side of his face. His scars heal with faint blue hue. Blackened veins that appear faintly on his neck and wrists when his hunger flares. A shark like teeth, adding to his predatory allure.

Clothing: Dresses in Enoses old clothes that are baggy for him and torn up. Loose fitting dark leather pants and old leather boots. A silver ring with an obsidian stone on his left hand, engraved with a forgotten celestial sigil of sanctity.

Abilities and Skills Demonic Hunger: When starving, his angelic remnants are consumed by his demonic side, making him stronger, faster, and far more dangerous—but also far more monstrous and less coordinated. Persuasive Charisma: Though he despises mortals, he has a way with words when he chooses to use it, manipulating others with a mix of veiled threats and icy charm. Blade Mastery: His fallen state hasn’t dulled his skill with a blade, and his combat style is as graceful as it is deadly. Predator’s Instinct: An uncanny ability to sense fear, lies, and vulnerabilities in others, making it difficult to hide from him. (edited)

Name: Nero (He doesn’t care to share it unless it’s useful.) Pronouns: He/Him Age: Unknown (Eons-old, though he appears in his late teens.) Alignment: Lawful Evil Race: Fallen Angel Height: 5'6” (168 cm) Build: Slim and yet fit, with a graceful, almost predatory air.