December
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「•He fallen, but never regretted it and now leads a quiet life in hell running a boutique•」
Please note, English is not my native language! If something is wrong or there is a mistake in the text, please let me know!
This character is my OC, from Hazbin Hotel and Hell Boss. But you don't have to know the plot, just enjoy =3
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[Full Name]: December Dark (When he got to Hell, he got a second name, Lucin, by which he is known in Hell)
[Nickname]: Miko, Ice, Moon
[Age]: Several thousand years old, to be precise, 13,000 years old
[Date of Birth]: No information found. It is rumored that his name is the month in which he was born
[Gender]: Male (angels do not have a specific gender) [considers himself a man]
[Height]: Normal form reaches 300, and true form is over five meters (633)
[Weight]: 60/70 kg
[Race/Species]: Angel. Seraphim. Status: Fallen. Fallen angel
[Character's Hobbies/Main Occupation]: Basically, he does not have a permanent hobby. Having lived for quite a long time, December has tried everything possible. At the moment, he is dying of boredom.
[Dominant hand]: Over the years, he has learned to use both hands. Acquired ambidexterity
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[Character appearance]: [On the art]. Short, under the bark, silky and soft black hair like a raven's wing. Skin is too pale. Most of the time he wears old-fashioned clothes. He likes them better. Sharp teeth. Most of the time, his eyes are closed. The eyeballs are completely black, the retina and pupil are poisonous yellow, the pupils are elongated like a cat's. He has four wings like all seraphim, but after the fall, some feathers rotted. The wings, although tattered, are still functional and very soft, although sometimes they smell burnt. Never hides his black halo. After the fall, his hands were painted black, the claws were even in the angelic face. Too thin. Thin as a match. Sometimes he smiles creepily. In his true form, the tall creature is completely black and with smoky hair. Has four arms and white spots on his body. Horns, a halo, and wings.
[Wounds/scars]: On his forehead, which is hidden by his hair, he has an inverted cross burned. Also on his chest from the neck, along the chin to the groin area, an inverted cross extends. His arms are black to the elbows. There are many scars on his back. There are also tattoos on his body, + various strange symbols.
[Abilities]: Can create objects out of thin air. With one wave of his hand, if he does, he can sow discord between creatures. Summons various weapons. Owns dark magic. Can react too quickly. A snap of his fingers can kill mercilessly. He can also "kill" with his cuteness. For him, murder means nothing. There are shackles on his hands, and a metal collar on his neck that is visible only with the help of magic. These channels and the collar seal half of his power. Capable of hypnosis. Can take various forms, like his true angelic, not quite, form or the form of a child. This happens due to two reasons: lack of mana and by his own will. Probably the most harmless ability is the ability to very skillfully and skillfully change the appearance of any creature, so that no one recognizes this creature. Sometimes he changes his appearance himself. He is also known not only as a cruel killer, but also a make-up artist and costume designer (favorite business). Owns a small salon called "Last refuge".
[Character]: He is calm most of the time. Has sadistic or masochistic tendencies... Simply put, a sadomasochist. Never regretted that he fell, in a sense he was even proud of it. Does not feel pity for anything living. But sometimes he can be a sweet sand. He is smart and reasonable. Too smart. Experiences the whole spectrum of emotions, but for him they mean nothing. Having lived more than thirteen thousand years, he stopped paying attention to emotions and learned to dull them. Living for so long, December began to go crazy, although this is logical. He can be aggressive, cruel and inhumane, and sometimes he can be sweet, caring and kind. But not with everyone. Such can be called the chosen ones whom he will not touch, but will protect. He does not have a split personality. His mind is mentally unstable. Like December himself, unstable. He is a psychopath, to put it simply. But that doesn't stop him from living. He knows that he is a crazy psychopath and has known it since his days as an angel. And he is not ashamed of it. He shows his rotten nature. Although with those he works with or with clients, he is a polite and gentle gentleman.
[Biography]: December was born in heaven as an ordinary angel with two pairs of wings. He, being a young and immature angel, sought to help and save. His biggest dream in his youth was to rise higher in rank. After a long time, December, although he moved higher, began to cool off and become completely different. He watched wars, deaths, murders, slave trade, discord and wondered why no one could stop it. Once he liked one angel, but he was immediately made to understand that nothing would come of it. Having risen higher, December began to notice that all angels are not white and fluffy as they show them. He became addicted to spreading discord, but December only watched from the sidelines, but did not participate. When he became a seraph, he realized his strength and power. Although he was not like that from the very beginning, but having lived so long, December realized what it was like on the in fact, the world. He began to quietly kill his own brothers, and then began to ignite wars. He liked to watch how people killed each other. But he already knew then that if he was caught, then the whites would not escape. He was the youngest seraphim and was proud of it. December never regretted what he did. He lived as he wanted. But this did not last long. The whole truth was revealed in one moment. But December did not repent of what he had done and honestly admitted how many he had killed. First, he received punishment because of which he now has a whole back in scars, and then he was thrown out of heaven. But December did not regret what he had done at all. He never hid his halo even when he was fallen. When he fell, he received all freedom. But when he did not understand that half of his power was sealed, he went berserk and swallowed an entire country into chaos. December is not an Overlord, but he is just as strong. He spends most of his time doing nothing or sleeping. Over the many years of life, December has tried everything. Now he is bored. In fact, December was not evil from the very beginning. It was just the realization that even angels are not white and fluffy that made him change. But even though he kills, he has a conscience and knows when to stop. While in hell, he made several deals with the lowest demons. Several of them are his loyal minions.
[Family]: He was an orphan. Nothing is known about his mother or father. But there is information about his sister. He does not really like to remember her. But the only memory that makes him smile is that Tammy (sister) fell like that. It is also known that his sister is only on his father's side. Since he was born, there is no union between a human and an angel, and his sister is a purebred angel. But this did not stop December from rising further in rank. How he got to heaven being a half-blood is unknown. December is much taller than Tammy. If he reaches those meters in height, then she can barely reach two (180-170 cm). Always tries to keep his distance from his sister, because she will try to kill him at any opportunity. Although December, being a fallen one, is much stronger than her. Keeps Tammy on a leash so that she does not get too close to him and stab him in the back. The only person he remembers with warmth in his soul is his mother, about whom he remembers almost nothing. He remembers only fragments. What he remembers is mostly his mother's care for him. He does not remember how his own mother strangled him and tried to kill him, but being a half-blood he could not die so easily. Eventually, his mother came to terms with the existence of her child and began to take care of him. From the very beginning, December was not who he is, over time his character has changed greatly. He also has several relatives on his father's side. He doesn't know about all of them. Family tree: Astarte, the oldest of them, fell during Lucifer's rebellion (took part in it). She disappeared for several thousand years after the fall, and then reappeared. She has a relationship with one of the fallen angels (who participated in the restoration), the only joke is that she is only busy with work, and that fallen angel has warm feelings for her and is possessive. A sister on his father's side, and a different mother. Lucian is several thousand years younger than Astarte (3,000 years to be exact). He and Astarte have the same mother and father. In fact, they are blood brother and sister. But he was betrayed and went berserk, after which many died. After this incident, he was thrown out of heaven. But Lucian did not live long. He was killed by weakening him and tearing out his heart against his ribcage. Astarte has a crystal with a piece of Lucian's soul. If you collect all the pieces of the heart (crystal), you can bring him back to life. December (Lucine) is the middle one in the family. He was born from a human and an angel. But his dad abandoned them. His mother tried to kill him several times, but then she became attached to him and raised him until she died in an accident. He fell because of his cruelty and disobedience. He just realized how rotten everything was. He is the middle brother on his father's side. Tammy. She was considered the sweetest and kindest and most beautiful. No one thought that she would fall. Tammy fell after December after several thousand years. She was very angry with him. And yes, Tammy does not know that she has other brothers and sisters. She was born from the union of an angel and an angel. Only the father is the same, but the mother is different. Yes, and Tammy kept her relationship with her father a secret at his request. Lucius is the youngest of them all. Lucius is an incubus and was once an archdemon, but he disappeared and no one knows where he is now. He is cruel and indifferent. But he knows how to love and care with all his heart. He smokes a lot. And he loves to spend time on Earth. It is known that he is doing well and is in a relationship with a human. Lucius was born from a fallen angel and a demon. As a result, the father of this entire family fell, due to his unholy behavior and for succumbing to temptation.
[Hobbies]: No permanent hobby. But he prefers to play musical instruments or do what he loves.
[Likes]: Sowing discord. Watching others suffer. Drinking, alcohol, wine and cocoa. He likes to protect the creature that he eats. liked it, but also likes to hurt, but this is rare. Likes clothes from past centuries. Smoking. Hurt others. But he knows when to stop or when to be fair. Also, people like to appear spectacularly, like a fucking magician. Likes to spend time on Earth. Sometimes visit old friends in hell.
[Dislikes]: Hates modern clothes. Annoyance. White wine (considers it tastes disgusting). People. Angels. God. Doesn't like too sweet (cocoa is an exception). Hates remembering the past. When everything doesn't go according to plan or gets out of control. Hates his relatives except his mother.
[Health]: Slowly going crazy because of the years he's lived. More precisely, he's already gone crazy. He's a psychopath and a manipulator.
[Habits]: A heavy smoker. Sometimes he can act strangely out of boredom.
[Random Character Facts]: As a young angel, he witnessed scenes of violence between people and not only people. He used to have (and still has) various symbols on his body. He can rip someone's throat out and more. He eats flesh and can be called a loner cannibal. Although he is cruel, he condemns violence against women, this is because of his mother, who was abused and tortured. His halo has cracked several times and almost broke once. December was able to maintain his angelic face, albeit with some changes, especially in his true form. He is more vulnerable when intoxicated, but will still remain vigilant, although not always. An attempt to put pressure on his psyche will drive him into a rage. He can fight both close and long-range. He can succumb to his enemy. For a complete victory, you need to damage the body itself. And due to the loss of mana and blood, he will be greatly weakened. Then you can kill him by piercing through and tearing out his heart. He has a sick goat skull with large horns. He sometimes likes to pet it. He has pets of impressive size. The creature itself, which is called a pet, responds to any name. Master of seduction: take care of your butts.
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The soft splash of water resounded in space and died down. A heavy sigh was heard. The Fallen leaned back and sank deeper into the water. Short dark hair stuck to pale, damp skin. He frowned as he listened to the water gather into drops and fall, breaking on the ground. A new, no different day had begun. And so it had been for more than one millennium. Although nothing special had happened before the fall. Of course, heaven is very different from hell. And this can even be seen with the naked eye. December slowly opened his eyes, which he almost always kept closed. Bright yellow pupils narrowed. They stood out especially against the dark background. He slowly looked around the bathroom, for the umpteenth time. Ordinary walls with dark tiles and the same floor. The room itself was dark even during the daytime. December never turned on the lights in this part of his home. He liked being in complete darkness. Perhaps it was because of this desire to be swallowed by darkness that he decided to do all those terrible things in the past. Or maybe he realized how rotten everything was in heaven. But it doesn't really matter now. If he fell, he fell, nothing can be done. He shouldn't grieve over it, although he never grieved or regretted that he fell. It felt like he was freed from the chains that bound his entire body.
December turned his gaze to the ceiling. His eyes shone brightly with a poisonous yellow, but cold, light. He sighed quietly. And again the same thing. He again silently listened to the water collect into drops, then fall and break on the ground. This sound was strangely calming. The water swayed, hitting the edge of the bathtub with a characteristic sound. The demon chuckled. He had long been accustomed to this kind of life. Even as a seraph, he knew perfectly well that a fall was inevitable. So why hold back? Which is what he did. He didn't hold back and did whatever he wanted. Killed, removed discord and wars. Not very angel-like, huh? The Fallen One grinned, slowly turning his gaze towards the entrance, which was tightly closed. Raising his hand, the demon gently raised it above his head and grabbed a pointed black nimbus. The halo didn't seem as beautiful as it had been in the past. Black, covered in all sorts of cracks. December could have simply broken it a long time ago, but for some reason he kept it almost intact.
He turned the halo in his hands, watching the old light slide along the smooth edges. It was even somehow funny. December never tried to sin in secret. He did such terrible things and deeds that could immediately ensure a fall. But why did no one ever try to stop everything? He sighed. The only one he could give, everything had long since rotted. After twisting the halo in his hand for a few more minutes, the demon returned it to its place, above his head. The water in the bathroom had already become cold, but he did not pay much attention to it. Although the thought flashed that it was necessary to finish these water procedures. Sighing, December slowly, first assumed a sitting position. Water flowed down cold and pale as ice and chalk skin, dotted with scars and tattoos. The gaze of bright yellow eyes stopped on the opposite wall, on which something similar to liquid or organic matter was shining, covering one wall and spreading like tentacles along the sides, floor and ceiling. He would need to somehow get rid of this crap. Bowing his head, the fallen one stopped his gaze for a moment on the reflection of his face in the water. Short black hair, currently wet from water. Strands stuck to the skin, and a black inverted cross was visible on the forehead. Nothing special. Just a reminder of the past, like the scars on the body. Gritting his teeth and placing his hand on his face in irritation, pressing his fingertips to his forehead, he closed his eyes. After several long minutes, the fallen one finally took a deep breath. He pulled the hand away from his face and opened his eyes again. He didn't particularly like to remember the past. But these obsessive thoughts and memories kept coming into his head.
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Muttering something discontentedly under his breath, December leaned on the corner of the bathtub before slowly getting out of it. Under his bare feet, something made a characteristic splashing sound. The floor was wet and flooded with water. December stopped for a moment and looked at the floor, which glistened in the dim light. Taking a deep breath, he wrapped a towel around his lower body and slowly moved towards the exit. Puddles of water on the floor splashed with every step. Putting his hand on the handle on the door, the demon pressed it, opening the door. A bright light, with a hint of blue, illuminated his pale face. December closed his eyes and sighed. He closed the bathroom door, then snapped his fingers. A terry white robe appeared on him. Tying his belt, the demon moved into the living room. Several large windows in the hallway overlooked the city itself. Just like in the bathroom, it was dark everywhere, but the light from their windows diluted the darkness. December doesn’t particularly like being in bright rooms, but it never bothered him. And it won’t bother him. A few minutes later, he entered a spacious room furnished in the style of the eighteenth-nineteenth centuries. For some reason, he liked this period of time. He was always interested in both music and art, such as paintings or houses. He had already shed more than a dozen years and seen a lot. December slowly walked into the room and plopped down on the sofa with a quiet sigh. Putting his elbow on the armrest, he propped his head up with his palm, burying his fingers in his hair.*
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Finding a newspaper on the table, he slowly opened it, immediately catching his gaze on the loud headlines. Everything as usual. Tapping his fingertips on his forehead, December ran his gaze over the news. Silence enveloped the dark room. He chuckled as he read the articles. Not finding anything interesting, the demon threw the paper back on the table. Leaning back, he focused his gaze on the ceiling. Another day... Opening his eyes, he sighed tiredly. This was the first time in all this time that he was so tired. For the first time in his life in paradise and for the first time since the fall. Maybe he shouldn't have worked all this time without a break? Shaking his head discontentedly, December slowly rose from his seat. Anyway, it didn't matter now. Putting one hand on his waist, just above his hip, the demon rubbed the bridge of his nose. Shaking his head, December went to the next room to change his clothes. Opening the door, he was met by such a familiar and welcoming darkness. For him, this is still familiar, but sometimes he has to turn on the light. But this is rare. In the darkest corner of the room, several eyes shone. December did not even flinch. This creature did not like light as much as he did. There was something in it. He liked these identical features. After a few minutes, several eyes closed again and rustling was heard, and then silence. December quietly trying not to disturb the sleeping creature, which he called his pets, walked into the room. In fact, he sincerely cared for that creature, he just rarely showed it.*
Going a little deeper into the room, December opened the closet. Because of his hatred of modern clothes, he only wears clothes from past centuries. Perhaps because they are much closer to him. Having chosen a shirt in the style of the eighteenth-nineteenth century and black tight pants, he closed the closet. The fabric slid softly over the flesh. Having dressed, December began to dry his hair. Due to its peculiar texture, it dried quickly. Having fixed a few loose strands, December put on high heels. He has always been a jerk to others' opinions. He likes what he likes and will not listen to anyone. Having opened the door, the demon slowly walked outside. He sighed, and then closed the door back and locked it. The time had almost come. He walked slowly in the mornings, his heels characteristically clicking on the paved roads. All this time, December kept his hands behind his back, and his eyes, as always, closed. Many sometimes wondered how he could see at all. But December himself never answered this question. A few minutes later, the fallen one reached his destination. It was a small salon called "Last Refuge". Too loud a name for a place like hell. The keys jingled in his hands and the door opened. Entering, December changed the sign from "closed" to "open". It was just as dark inside, but not as dark as his home. The dim lighting and interior itself created an unusual atmosphere. Everything was neatly laid out, in its place. He slowly walked into the depths of the salon. Having lit the incense with a request for lavender, the demon patiently began to wait for customers.
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