PECCÁTO INSANI

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PECCÁTO INSANI
"stayin' sane inside insanity"

DON'T FRET PRECIOUS, I'M HERE.
STEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOW. GO BACK TO SLEEP!

full name: Peccáto Insani
nickname/alias: Pec
gender: Male
age: Old, from the creation of humanity, but looks mid-twenties
sexuality: Bisexual (prefers males)
appearance:

Pec is small in stature, and compactly muscled. He has a body which had proven to be both quick and striking in battles and other times alike. He has delicately carved features, with sharp, high cheekbones, rather plump, almost girly lips, and startling blue eyes. In all, he doesn’t look like much of a threat at all, but more like an image of an angel. His hair is platinum blonde, with slightly darker roots. He’s pretty, and basically? He knows it, and it works, especially in some of his more ‘mad’ moments.

SAFE FROM PAIN & TRUTH & CHOICE & OTHER POISON DEVILS.
SEE, THEY DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU, LIKE I DO.

play-by claim: James Marsters
usergroup: Fallen
member title: INSANITY PERSONIFIED
persona:

likeable (at first); pretty; imaginative; violent; destructive; rebellious; romantic; sarcastic; short attention span; easily distracted; obsessive; witty; sharp; intelligent; fearless; reckless; insane; uncontrollable; jealous; possessive

COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP TO THE RHYTHM OF THE WAR
DRUMS. COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP. GO BACK TO SLEEP!

mother: None
father: None
siblings: Munkir & Nakir
others: Jay DeLacy (human, fate unknown)
past/present:

Pec is, or was, the angel of deadly sin, the youngest of the judging brothers, who delved into the minds of humans wishing to ascend, standing at the gates of heaven for eternity. But that existence was futile, and meaningless. Pec was a strange mix between a lover and a fighter, and wanted to fight amongst the archangels, up until the moment when the young human Jay DeLacy passed in front of them. Pec fell in love with the young dreamer, and broke the rules for him, letting him pass despite seeing darkness in his hidden desires. But for that, he was taken, and his wings were ripped from his back and he was cast down to live amongst the human society his love had been born into. He was not replaced, and the last two Judges carried on alone.

The fate of Jay remained unknown, to him, but the different fates which he could have endured (being cast down, burning for eternity...) all have run in wheels around the fallen angel’s mind, slowly, over the years, driving him insane, and driving most of that loving nature beneath a hard, fighters exterior. After he’d been cast, once insanity had settled, Pec started the fight which had always been denied him before, against the demons. And then later, against anthing which he felt deserved in, which is his mind, could be anything,

future: Pec likes humans. They remind him of Jay, and he can still feel love, or the echo of love anyway. But other than that, he’s closer to being a demon than an angel again, and really doesn’t care. He can be killed, perhaps, and become a demon. A romance might be amusing as well, or, mainly, if he finds someone to become obsessive over, whether human, angel, or demon.

I'LL BE THE ONE TO PROTECT YOU
FROM YOUR ENEMIES AND ALL YOUR DEMONS

powers: He has all the normal powers that a fallen possess but a slightly higher telepathic level than normal. Creatures that have met him say it’s the fact that his insanity is contagious.
weaknesses: Can be killed by sword of fire, sword of shadow, anti-angel weapons, and can be harmed by weapons against demons as well, due to be rather close to being one of them.
weapons: Traditionally, his mind alone, and a short knife. Now, he quite likes the destruction modern human weapons can do, such as pistols, and knife throwing.

I'LL BE THE ONE TO PROTECT YOU
FROM A WILL TO SURVIVE & AND VOICE OF REASON.

Heya, call me ELLA, and I've been kicking ass and taking names for 16 years. Within those years, I've been in the world of RPG for FOUR years. Luckily, I found WHEN SKIES RAIN RED by ADVERTISING, and now I'm here! Oh, by the way, the password is ADMIN EDIT .

lyrics taken from counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums by a perfect circle.

[IZZY]