WARNING: *if you are sensitive about this subject I suggest you keep scrolling. It's just roleplay, but I respect everyone's feelings*

Shall we begin?

Name:

Fabian graham

Age:

25,861 (he appears to be 25 in human years though))

Looks:

Species:

Fallen angel

Personality:
Before he had come a fallen angel, Fabian was mostly kind and caring. Fabian was always helpful and joyful. As of now, he isn't like that anymore. He's full of hatred and is entirely revengeful. Fabian is manipulative, and sadistic. He does not have a care for anyone other than himself, so you could call him conceded. Fabian is quite short tempered, and acts very violently on that matter. Anyone's best bet is to stay off his short tempered side unless they'd want to be seriously hurt. He does not care for the consequences of what he does. He really hates religious people if not all people. Fabian is insensitive and unbelieving of anything good.

Backstory:
Fabian was only 4 when he died in a tragic car 'accident'. His parents had been the cause of it, due to their neglect for him. When he died, he was sent to heaven for being good down on earth, as for his parents, since they had acted with such vulgarity, they were sentenced to burn for an eternity in hell. To prevent Fabian for being upset or sad about the matter, God took away his memories of his parents. From that point on, he had told Fabian that he had been his father. Fabian had no reason to deny it, so he continued living happily in heaven; often helping people do the right things and changing their hearts to good. He was a great little help.

As time passed, Fabian's physical look had not changed, for as he did not age in heaven. However, his mind was still allowed to mature. As his mind grew more mature, he began wanting to take things in his own hands. Why had god been the only one in control here? That thought had crossed his mind several times. So one day, he demanded to be in charge for just a little. When he was denied, he grew angry and rebelled against everything God had told him.

Once God had grown tired of it, he banished Fabian from his kingdom, stripping him from most of his light powers. He sent him back down to earth, letting him tumble from the clouds. From the day he landed on the ground, Fabian would have to fend for himself and survive the best way he could. Luckily for Fabian, he had survived the fall and after a few months, he had found a living down on this earth. He found a way to repair his wings with dark magic he uses from his charm. Without his charm is no more than mortal.

However...his burning hate still remained in his core...

Scenario 1:

It was currently 10:00 p.m. and you were sitting on your couch, watching TV. It was a Saturday and you worked at the local police station and had just got off of work not too long ago. You were just about to dose off when you heard the tv currently say: "Sadly, there has been another murder this week. 27 year old Marsha Louis was found brutally murdered in her home only 8 hours ago."

The television flashed a picture of a wall within Ms. Marsha's room. It had words written sloppily on it and the writing seemed to be written in blood, the letters slightly smeared. It read: "To hell with God"

You had remembered there had been several other murders with the same evidence similar to that. Those words had linked every murder this week to the other. You sighed and flipped off the tv, checking your locked door before heading to your bedroom.

When the next morning came, you were called in early to help with these mysterious murders.

Before you knew it, it was dark again and time for you to go home after a long day. You headed to your car, but before you could even touch the handle, you heard a chuckle come from somewhere. When you looked around, there was no one insight.

"What a shame none of you have caught me yet." A voice said from the darkness.

You...

Scenario 2:
This sort of thing had been happening to you for more than a few months now; it was like someone was constantly whispering in your ear, telling you to do bad things. But there was never anyone there. That was strange...you tried telling your parents and friends...but nothing worked. They all called you crazy and brushed it off. Lately, the whispering had started to become overwhelming. No matter how hard you tried to block it out, it only became louder and more stronger.

One night you lie in your bed with your pillow over your ears. You could hear it...

Kill your parents it said.
They don't love you, just one stab is all it takes.

You shook your head, trying to ignore it. But it only grew louder. It was driving you crazy!
"NO! Leave me alone! Get out of my head!" You screamed.

A dark figure appeared from the corner in your room, the light from the moon only enough to illuminate half of their body. "Oh but I need a yes..." it said, the words slithering off his tongue like a snake.
You...

Scenario 3:

Coming soon!!